As we drove into the car park of the doctors office, my heart raced wildly. I hated the doctors, they always seem to make you feel like you have something wrong with you, but to be fair, most of the time you do. I tried to control my heart rate as I sat stiffly in my seat. My mum got out of the car. After a couple of minutes I followed suit. I was thankful my mother never pushed me too much with things like this.

I looked around the waiting room. There was no one inside apart from an elderly couple, and a lady with a screaming baby. Lucky her, I thought, she can scream without anyone paying too much attention. I studied the rest of the room. There were dozens of posters of all sorts along the walls. The lady at the reception desk gestured us over. She then told us to head into one of the offices.

There was a lady waiting for us as we walked in. The doctor, I figured. Although she didn't look much like a doctor, she wasn't wearing one of those cloak vest thingies, nor a stethoscope, but maybe that's just in the movies. She had brown hair and a kind smile. She signalled for us to sit down on the two chairs opposite her desk.

"So about the test results," the doctor said cheerfully, "they've only just come in, give me one second,"

"Cross you fingers," said mum, plastering a big smile onto her face. That only made me hold my breath, but hey, at least she was trying.

"Okay," said the doctor, "you only have the flu, and mild symptoms of it. That's definitely good news! But the bad news is, you'll have to be staying in bed for about a week, you need plenty of rest."

I internally groaned. Why did doctors have to be so mean?

After getting a prescription for some medicine we drove home. As soon as we walked in the door, mum said, "Bed! Now!"

I had only been in bed for two hours but was already dying of boredom. I hated being sick. There was nothing to do. People didn't want to come over for the fear of getting sick, you couldn't play with much for the fear of getting sick when playing with it next time. It was just sickening. (excuse the bad joke, I know)

I ended up painting my nails. I painted them black because that was the color that had barely any left so I could throw it out after. I pulled my annoyingly long brown hair into a bun as I paced my room. I guess I would just have to beg for mercy in the morning. Little did I know I wouldn't need to.

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