Rock Bottom: Sky Drabble
Hi hi hi! Just dropping this here. Been sick alllll week and if I had to have a shitty time then so does Sky ❤️ And also Time, because dealing with anything medical is a pain in the ass
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“-No, you’re not understanding. I don’t care what the test says, there is something wrong and you need to figure it out!”
“Sir, please. I looked at the results myself. There’s nothing in his bloodwork that indicates anything out of the ordinary-”
“Nothing out of the ordinary? I had to pick him off the floor this morning because he couldn’t stand!”
“Yes, I understand that-"
"Do you?"
"Yes, I do. Really, I do. I understand that you're concerned. But his bloodwork is-”
“I don’t care about the goddamn bloodwork!"
“Sir, please calm down-”
"If that test isn't showing anything wrong then do more tests."
"Sir, with all due respect, I don't believe more testing is necessary. His weight is slightly below average for his build - I think the weakness is just from poor diet and exercise. I can recommend a good dietician-"
"We don't need a dietician - we need a doctor who'll actually DO THEIR FUCKING JOB!"
Sky leans forward in his seat and rests his head on the edge of the doctor's desk, closing his eyes. All the yelling from the hallway is audible through the closed door and it makes his already aching head throb even more intensely. The cool wood is soothing.
Not as soothing as laying down would be, though. Sky knows Time is arguing for him, goddess knows why, but right now he wishes the man would just stop and drive them home instead. The chairs in the doctors office are uncomfortable and stiff, and sitting in them is making his bones ache.
Although, Sky is used to that. It's hard to remember a time when they didn’t ache. It’s more intense these days, but it’s been years since he’s known a day without pain. A few over the counter pain meds used to be enough to manage it. But these days it doesn’t make a dent. Add that to the sudden exhaustion and the long bouts of nausea, and Sky’s been feeling particularly pathetic these days.
Good days used to mean “tip top shape”. Now they mean he can eat without vomiting and walk without feeling like he’s going to black out.
Sky sighs into the desk. He really misses feeling good.
The door bursts opens with so much force that the doorknob dents the wall. Time storms back into the office, expression stormy.
Sky opens one eye. “Did they call security on us again?”
“Come on,” Time says, quickly gathering their things. “Get your coat on. We’re leaving.”
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This is like the third dr office that Time has been kicked out from and he's not sorry.
A lot of young people with chronic illnesses have a hard time getting properly diagnosed. There's often a lot of "you're too young to be sick" mentality that they have to deal with. When you're young and look kinda healthy it can be really difficult to find a doctor who will take you seriously and do all the necessary testing.
That's what Sky is dealing with rn. In RB he doesn't have Sunny to bully his doctors so Time is helping him out now. They're finding out first hand how shitty it can be to go through the arduous process of hospital visits and jumping through hoops and going from dept to dept trying to find out exactly what's wrong.
