airplanes, ashton irwin

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I immediately felt insecure, pursing my lips and wanting to scream, not a chance at the top of my lungs. But I knew I couldn't, he was just trying to help me and I shouldn't be rude.

"Mom, Dad, can you two leave the room?" The blonde asked, obviously seeing my sudden shift in emotion.

"Happily." My mother chirped, grabbing her purse and rushing out the hospital room with my father trailing behind her like a lost puppy on a leash.

He was a lost puppy.

"Okay sweetie, it's just you and me. Can you show me where it is?" He softly asked.

I still felt very uncomfortable when this topic of showing areas to anyone, and I gulped— shaking my head.

"I'm sorry, it's just—"

He immediately stopped me before I would start rambling and having a mild panic attack. "I get it. Would you rather me go get a female doctor to do this? I understand it may be uncomfortable."

I smiled at his response, and nodded— apologizing many times about feeling uncomfortable, and he kept telling me it was fine and he understood.

Minutes later, a young woman who had beautiful silk red hair walked in with a clipboard in her arms. She had a giant smile on her face.

"Hello pretty! My name is Dr. Tanner, you must be Indigo." She hummed, sitting down on the roll-ey chair that Dr. Hemmings once sat in. "Now that Dr. Hemmings has left, can you show me where the lump is?"

I nodded. I still felt a wee bit uncomfortable, but the female doctor made things a lot better for my nerves.

"Right. Should I take off my sweater?'' I asked quietly.

"I suppose that would be a good option." She humored, making me grin a tiny bit.

I stripped off the gray sweater I had on, feeling a draft of coldness and embarrassment when Dr. Tanner snapped on her rubber gloves. This couldn't be anymore scary.

I took a big deep breath in, pointing to the small obvious bump on my small breast. "It's right here." I say, "It's gotten bigger over the last week, too. Last week it was hardly there, and now you can visibly see it."

She focused on it lightly. Touching it lightly, and I felt tears enter my eyes. She seemed very concerned about it— which made my nerves worse.

This situation was not at the top of my list for 'most comfortable situations I have been in'

All whilst she examined me, I couldn't stop thinking about how I could possibly be sick and how this could be breast cancer or something similar.

I could not be sick. My parents would seriously kill me if whatever I may have didn't kill me first. Book Indigo would have never gotten sick, she wouldn't even be concerned if she saw a lump because she'd know she's amazingly healthy.

She was healthy.

"I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. But let's get some blood and lab work done. How's that sound Honey?" She asked me, putting a hand on my naked shoulder.

"Sound's fine." I responded quietly, knowing my parents would be upset about this on the way home and would probably blame me for their interrupted day.

Like they have already.

Minutes later, my parents were sitting down in the visitor chair with their body's slouched, and mumbling about how uncomfortable the chairs were.

I zoned out as the Doctors explained to my parents what they had done and how this was going to proceed.

My father snapped me back into reality after a little bit, sitting down next to me and the noise of crumpling paper filled my ears again and the bed got weighted down, "Are you doing okay?"

"Yeah." I shrugged shyly, truthfully not wanting to talk to him all that much.

He didn't say another word until the Doctor from before, Dr. Hemmings, came back into the hospital room.

"Hi again. Right, Indigo, let's draw some blood and get you out of here, how about that?" His voice was cheerful, and I couldn't help but let his happiness make me want to be happy.

But how could you be happy at a place like this? In a boring old hospital? Tell me.

He put his hands under the running sink, washed his hands thoroughly and put back on his blue rubber gloves.

"Will this hurt?" I asked, feeling very nervous.

"No." He said, "You won't even feel it." He told me, giving me a small sympathetic smile.

He quickly took out the needle and took my blood, setting it back down on the tray and taking off his gloves— humming. "How did that feel?"

"Not bad." I said.

"Okay, let's give it thirty seconds to fill up and then we can get your discharge papers and you can be on your way home."

My father thanked the Doctor, and he said it was no problem and in the midst of this my mother walked in. Wasn't she here earlier?

"Guys." She spoke up. "Can we hurry this up? We've got a meeting in an hour at four, and we are already running late." she grumbled, tapping her apple watch.

I couldn't help but notice that the Doctor's eyebrows were knitted together when my mother said that sternly.

I guess it isn't normal for a mother not to worry about her daughter that was sitting on a hospital table, but rather more worried for a meeting that they were gonna be late to!

My father noticed the change in tension and took her outside the room to be the victim of her non-stop complaining. Thank you, dad.

Dr. Hemmings sat down in front of me and took off all of the machines that were hooked up to me, and helped me grab my things.

"Alright, we will have the results for you soon." He smiles brightly, turning to me and putting a bandaid on the small incision, "I'm sure it's nothing to worry about, honey."

I nodded shortly, putting my gaze down at my swinging feet.

"Hey, are you alright? Your parents seem like a tough pair to deal with."

"Yeah, they've just got hard shells." I say. "No biggie."

He let out a small laugh, getting up off the chair and helping me off the hospital bed.

"You're all done, and now you can go home. I'll see you in a week for results, maybe."