Jordan was trapped in Sara’s hand as they headed back to her doctor’s office. He wondered if the medicine for those stricken with Smallera were behind any of the doors they passed by. He knew it was too late for him, but a part of him wanted to try anyway. What if he was an exception to the rule, and it worked? What if he could get his life back? He knew it was a silly thought, but he figured it couldn’t hurt to ask. Any chance he had of returning to normal needed to be explored.
As the nurse took them into the doctor’s office, Sara set Jodan down on the large examination chair. Before Smallera, he always found these cold and uninviting. Now at his current size, it felt somehow worse. The size was repressive, and the coldness of the seat was harsh.
“Is this really necessary?” Jordan asked once again. He knew it was much too late to get out of this, but he wished there was a way. Soon after, the door opened, and Dr. Wilson swept into the room.
“Hi, Dr. Wilson,” Sara said warmly. “Hey, Sara. It’s so good to see you. I was over at the hospital the other day and ran into your mom. It seemed like she was doing well. Busy but well.” Dr. Wilson said as she sat down at the desk and logged into the computer.
“Yeah, when I left the house, she had just gotten off. She’s been so busy with the most recent Smallera outbreak.” Sara said as she crossed her legs.
“Oh, I know we all have, but especially those at the main hospital. Steph was saying you two her hanging out tonight.”
“Yeah, I’m actually meeting her after this,” Sara said.
“I guess we should get this show on the road then. So it looks like I’m here for a Body Hottie?”
“Yeah, he’s over there. He’s my wittle man. Dr. Evans, my therapist, has been suggesting for a while now I get an Emotional Support Animal. I was kind of against it but told everyone if I was going to get one, I wanted it to be an underbred.” Sara explained.
“I’m so happy for you. This should really help. It’s so important to know you aren’t alone. So many people care about you, and you’ve always been such a good friend to Stephanie.” Dr. Wilson said.
“Thank you, Dr. Wilson. You and Steph have always been good to me.” Sara said.
“I’m sorry; I should have introduced myself to you sooner. I honestly didn’t see you there when I came in, and then I was surprised to see Sara. I’m Dr. Wilson. I understand this will be your first visit?” Dr. Wilson said as she walked over to Jordan
“Well, I’ve been to the doctor’s before, but not since catching Smallera. They ran out of medicine when we tried to call in immediately after it happened. I was wondering. I couldn’t get a shot now, could I? I mean, I know it’s an outside chance, but…” Jordan said
“I’m sorry, with the increased rates, we just can’t spare a dosage for someone who has had the virus for over 24 hours. Quite frankly, at this point, there this nothing left in your system for it to undo if this happened over the weekend. I’m sorry, but your body now is your body.” Dr. Wilson said.
“I get it. Sara said as much as well. I was just hoping you know.” Jordan said, a bit dejected.
“Well, at least you got a good guardian. Not everyone is so responsible with getting their charges shots.” Dr. Wilson said as she smiled reassuringly at Jordan.
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