I woke up in a heavy sweat, almost freezing to death when my alarm clock went off. Something wasn't right, dad doesn't run the air conditioner at night and even though its October this is Huntington beach, it shouldn't be this cold. I sat up on the edge of my bed and coughed, I had been doing that for about a week but I hadn't been running a fever until now.

My coughing soon turned into a full blown coughing fit to the point I almost couldn't catch my breath. I heard my bedroom door open and looked up to see who it was, it was mom of course, afraid that I was choking to death or coughing up a lung. She had a concerned look on her face and came over to pat me on the back despite the fact that I had done caught my breath finally. She withdrew her hand from my back and laid it on my forehead.

"Zachary, honey you're running a fever. Lay back down and I'll call the school to let them know that you won't be coming in today" She said nudging me.

I wasn't going to argue, I could use a day away from hell even if I wouldn't get to see my friends they could always come over after school lets out. As soon as I laid back down the coughing started again, maybe it was a good idea to set up rather than lay on my back.

I felt fine when I fell asleep last night so why do I feel like total shit today. Oh well a couple of days of rest couldn't be that bad and besides I will probably get some special treatment from mom if I milk it enough. After I survived another coughing fit I got comfortable again and mom left the room.

I was sweaty and sticky but I really didn't feel like getting up and getting in the shower, it isn't like I was going to be out or around anybody to smell me anyway so I could just lay here and stink all day if I wanted to. That's why I'm a man right, because men can do that and not get bitched out about it. Men are suppose to be sweaty and stinky, it's what makes us men right?. I didn't know, all I knew was that I stunk a little but I wasn't about to get naked as cold as it was.

I was brought out of thought when my mom re-entered the room. she was holding a glass of water and some medicine. She walked over to my bed and handed me the glass before the tiny pills. I tossed the pills into my mouth and swallowed them down with a big drink of water before setting the glass down on my messy nightstand beside my bed.

"I called the school for you. Is there anything else you need honey?" She asked me.

Does getting out count? "Nope. I'm good, thanks." I replied nicely.

"Do you want some soup? Or breakfast maybe? You need to eat something sweetie."

"No I'm not hungry" Okay that was a lie, I'm always hungry but I felt like i'd puke if I ate something at the time.

"Are you sure?" She asked again.

"Im sure, I feel sick" Well duh! you were sweating from places you didn't even know you had and freezing at the same damn time, of course you feel sick. i thought to myself.

"How about a glass of milk?" She wasn't going to leave me alone until I accepted an offer.

"Sure that'll do" I agreed just to satisfy her.

"Okay I'll be right back" She said as she slipped out the door.

Moments later she came back with a tall glass of milk. Fuck, I can't drink all that! But whatever I can get rid of it. She walked over to my bed and handed me the milk and I took a drink just to satisfy her so that maybe she'd get out and let me go back to sleep. That sounded really good right about now.

I watched as she picked up dirty clothes that were strung all over my room. I don't clean much but then again I don't really have reason to because nobody ever comes over to visit me other than Johnny on the occasion but not that often. She walked to the door with a big pile of clothes in her arms and stopped just before she exited.

"Oh, and you need to get up and take a shower so you don't stink when we get to the doctor's" She said, shutting the door behind her.

Really? Did she really just tell me to get up? This was going to be my day off dammit and now I had to get up and shower so that I could leave. Christ, this day just keeps getting better.

I took another drink of my milk and then whistled for my dog and let him finish it. He was a good dog, He listened well and didn't poop all over the place like most dogs do. Otherwise my dad probably wouldn't let me keep him, hes not a big fan of dogs but he loves Dimebag. Yes, Dimebag. I named him after Dimebag Darrel. He was one of my favorite guitarists after all and Pantera is the shit!

After I got out of the shower I went to my room to find me some clothes to put on. I dug through my closet which was a mess like the rest of my room only this part was a bit worse. I had a lot of clothes that I didn't even wear anymore but I don't like to throw things away that held memories and shit.

After a few minutes of digging I found my Motley Crue shirt that I hadn't seen in like a year or something. I grabbed my underwear and a pair of blue jeans and got dressed. As I stood in my full length mirror that hung on my wall I heard my mom hollering at me, telling me to hurry or we'd be late so I hurriedly ran my fingers through my hair, half ass brushing it and went to brush my teeth next.




As we sat in the waiting room at the doctors office waiting to be seen I couldn't remember the last time I was here. I don't get sick a lot but when I do mom always makes me go to the doctor.

I waited there bored as hell waiting to be seen, playing with a strand of hair behind my ear. I was probably over do for a hair cut but I'll ride it out for as long as mom and dad will let me.

I looked around the small room, there were two other family's in there besides us waiting. An old man with what looked like could be his daughter or just a complete slut, I didn't know which but wasn't going to ask either. And a dad with a little bitty girl. She was kinda cute with her little braided pig tails but she didn't look like she felt so good, poor thing.

"Oh, and I forgot to tell you, we got a new family doctor" Mom said quietly to me.

"What? When?" I asked surprised, I had been seeing the same doctor all my life since I was just a little boy.

"A couple of weeks ago. Dr. Farley retired, honey." Mom explained to me.

Oh well, the guy was an old coot that didn't know much of what he was doing anyway but for reason mom always made me and dad go to him. Maybe because she was just as crazy as Dr. Farley but I wouldn't tell her that.

Maybe the new doctor would know more about what he is doing. Well hopefully but things usually don't turn out the way you'd like them to so that probably wasn't going to happen.

I adjusted myself in my very uncomfortable seat and the coughing started again, mom patted me on the back trying to help. It didn't take long to die down though thankfully, I didn't want to bother the little girl who was now trying to sleep on her dad.

"Baker!" a nerse called.

I stood from my seat and walked back the short hallway and went into the room that had the door opened to it, surely this was the right one. When i walked in I saw a guy in a white coat. Of course, he was a doctor after all. But he didn't have much of a doctor look to him other than that white coat, He actually wasn't what I expected at all. He had longish black hair and from what I could tell he was kinda big for a doctor. Not that there's a size limit for doctors, it's just that I've never saw one his size not even in movies and trust me, I watch a lot of movies.

As I took an overview of him he turned and smiled. My God, he has the cutest smile I've ever seen. Like seriously he has the most perfect teeth ever dude.

"Baker?!" He asked.

I nodded and he gestured for me to sit down on the bed in the corner and I done so. He rolled over to me in his chair and wrapped something around my arm that squeezed tight and then released after a minute. What the fuck is he doing?! Oh wait never mind, I remember, Blood pressure right... Or something like that maybe?

He checked the monitor and wrote something down on his paper then stood from his chair and stuck something in my ears. I remembered this part though and didn't freak out or jerk away when he done so. Next he grabbed a flat stick and came toward my mouth with it he grabbed my chin.

"Open." He said with a gental tone.

I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out as far as I could but it apparently wasn't far enough because he stuck the stick half way down my throat. Really, I don't think that was necessary. I gagged a little and he got a small grin on his face and pulled the stick out of my mouth.

"Sorry, didn't mean to gag ya but its my job." He said with a grin.

I nodded as he threw the stick away and took off his gloves and wrote down some more stuff on his paper.

"Okay, Time to get naked." He said.

He looked at me and I was wide eyed. Did he just tell me to get naked? He laughed but pointed at the scales against the wall. "I need to weigh you." He explained.

Wow, have I ever felt stupid. Actually that didn't happen a lot believe it or not, I get pretty good grades in school, thank you.

"Just down to your boxers, you don't have to get naked." He said while getting the scales ready.

Because he made that comment, I'm guessing he saw the small blush across my cheek line. I hesitated for a minute and not just because I was a little self conscious about my weight but because I was pretty sure he was watching me pretty closely too. I took my shirt off first and then my shoes and pants then stepped onto the scales and waited for him to do whatever in the hell doctors do with these things.

He slid the little metal piece along the big metal piece and let go, awaiting it to weigh me properly. I coughed a bit and he patted me on the back.. only it was more like a rub then a pat.

He was starting to freak me out just a little, Starting to make me re-think what he meant by gagging me.

After the weighing process I stepped off the scales and put my clothes back on, Apparently just so he could stick his hand up my shirt. It's okay though, this part was normal too, he had to check my breathing or some shit right? Yeah, I'm getting good at this remembering game.

He instructed me to breath in and out deeply and I done so. It wasn't that bad, his hand was nice and warm at least- Wait, what the fuck!

"Oops." He said with a smirk.

Did he just fucking touch my nipple?! He is a fucking doctor, he does this for a living so you're not going to tell me that he just slipped!. But sadly I think I might have liked it.

"Cold?" He asked, slipping his hand from my shirt.

Okay so apparently while he was filling me up he noticed that my nipples were hard from being cold and having to fucking get naked. I blushed a little and nodded in response and he pulled the doctor tool whatever it was called from his ears and stood.

He grabbed a thermometer from somewhere and came toward me with it. Oh great, he is sticking something in my mouth again. He didn't have to instruct me to open my mouth again, I just done so and he smiled, pleased. He left me with the thing hanging out of my mouth and underneath my tongue until it beeped. he then came back over to me after writing down some more stuff in his paper and took it out.

He looked over at the monitor and turned his gaze back to me with a bit of concern. "You must be cold with a fever like yours." He said, putting the thermometer back down where it went.

He walked over to me and kissed me on the forehead gently.

Alright, it's official, this guy is a fucking pedophile and I think I might like it.

He proceeded with the rest of the stuff that doctors do when you go to the office, Asking me what my symptoms were and whatnot and then finally told me that I had a rough cold and told me to go get some shit from the store to take and i'd be fine in a couple of weeks and sent me on my way with a few other awkward sexual passes before he had let me go.

Notes

This has been written for a while now. I know the writing is pretty poor but I promise it gets better within the next few chapters if you just keep reading!.

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