|| Warnings; reader throws up, sick reader, anxiety mentions, reader scared of the doctors, going to the doctors, little dialogue, some fluff at the end, short drabble
|| Summary; when Chappell takes reader to the doctors, reader can't help feeling some anxiety about being there.
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Started; December 17th
Finished; December 17th
Anon Request; Chappell takes scared reader to the doctors
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The doctors was your least favourite place to go; but you were sick and it didn't seem to be getting any better. Chappell had spent the last hour or so trying to convince you to go. She half debated just tricking you, but then she would feel bad after if she did. So, she kept to the honest route. As difficult as it seemed to be.
Eventually, she managed to get you up. You really didn't want to leave your bed. You felt nauseous just sitting up. This would turn into a mess. Chappell, however, didn't seem to care. More focused on her partner's crumbling health. Her arm wrapped around yours, keeping you on your feet. Watching you with caution.
"You gonna throw up?" Chappell asked, you really didn't know. Feeling stuck between a yes and a no. Just in case, Chappell grabbed the bedside trash can she'd previously placed there when you first started getting sick.
You slumped against her. Letting her carry your weight because you really couldn't walk. Everything felt dizzy. As though you were walking on the deck of a ship in a massive storm. Swaying from side to side. Chappell didn't mind, she was here to help you after all.
The car trip was probably the worst part of it all. You'd thrown up a couple of times, Chappell wanted nothing more than to check on you. But she had to focus on getting you to the doctors. She stole glances in your direction, worry lacing her eyes. Her hands on the wheel gripping tighter. Come on.
When they finally got there, she jumped out of the car and got you inside. You fought back a bit. Really not wanting to go in. Of course, you knew you had to. The doctors were just terrifying. Not the people themselves, they were usually pretty nice. Just everything about the place made your anxiety spike.
It was a wait before the doctors got to you. Chappell tried to rush the lines, but even her celebrity status couldn't get you through much faster. She was relieved when the doctor called your name. Getting up with you. The check up went by smoothly, the doctor going through their usual routines with you. You kept a firm grip to Chappell's hand. Just waiting until it was over. You wanted nothing more than to go home. This was just horrible.
Time dragged the more your anxiety took over. It felt like forever before your medication was handed to you and the instructions were given. Chappell paid attention since she figured you wouldn't be able to remember much with how out of focus you were.
The hard part was finished; you were now back in the car. Getting home. The drive back was less tense, though you still threw up. Chappell made a mental note to fabreeze her car later.
At home, she got you back to bed. Getting some food for you to take your medications with," there. That wasn't too bad, was it?"
You huffed. Taking a small bite of the food, knowing too much would make you throw up again," it was awful. I probably have more germs on me now than before."
Chappell made a sound between a snort and a laugh, gently brushing some hair out of your face," rest up, love. Need anything else?"
"You. And maybe a shower," you murmured. Chappell smiled at that. She stayed and cuddled with you while you ate your food, keeping a close eye on you. She only wanted the best for you; and would make sure you had it. Even when you were sick.
