(As requested... Last request.)

.... (Reasons. I seem to be disappointing someone this time. Saying I crossed the line by not responding or whatever. But I have other things to do (For real). And... Yeah. So. Last request shall be made... or remade. I won't lie. It was kind of... I don't know. Anyways. Last request.

(Y/N) Your Name. (L/N) Last Name. 

You're a twenty-year-old woman who lives in an apartment above a thrift store in Montpelier, Vermont. You're out on your own. You're an independent woman. One thing about you though... You're an anxious woman.

You're about to have a doctor's appointment soon though. Recently, you've had problems with your health. But you didn't always. You were actually a great athlete... or cheerleader in high school. You were liked by a lot. You were nice to them. You had so much going for you.

But during your senior year, you've developed some kind of weakness and for a year in a half now, you were trying to figure it out. But you've gotten weaker and were unable to flip or even jump up to your pyramid since you were the top pyramid of cheering. You were actually disqualified after the coach called you out.

Right now, you're at your house and you're watching Helluva Boss on your TV from your laptop. One of your favorite things to watch. You feel nervous about your doctor's appointment. You're going to see your doctor Dr. Huggy Wuggy, tomorrow. Bright side is, your mom agreed to go with you. You may be out on your own, but your mom was there for you, no matter what.

As you watch your show you say, "Ugh. I hate doctor's appointments. I hated needles when I was younger. I'm worried about what's going on with my health, now. I can't even jump as high as I used to." You sit back and you watch Helluva Boss the rest of the time.

(Time skip.)

The next day, you're in a car. You're with your mom Glenda. Sadly, your dad George passed away three years ago from a stroke. So, it's just your mom now that you see. She lives alone and doesn't date anyone since your dad died.

As your mom drives, she's got the radio on and it's playing Worst is On Its Way by Korn. She looks over at you and looks at the road saying, "Honey. It's going to be alright. Don't worry about a thing." 

You say, "But what if I have some sort of condition?" She says, "Sweetie. It happens. Your health just... decreased from your athletic skills." You sigh and you turn the radio up. You sit back. Your mom looks at you with sympathy and looks at the road.

You make it to the hospital and your mom parks right outside. You both get out of the car and you walk to the entrance. You head inside as the doors slide open. They slide shut as you get in. You look around. 

You and your mom get to the front window and you see a pink fuzzy woman with a blue blazer on. She in a window. She smiles and says, "Hi there. How can I help you?" Your mom says, "Yes, hi. My daughter is here to see Dr. Huggy Wuggy. Her health had decreased over the past three years. She was the top pyramid of cheering in school, but lost her touch. I'm sure it's something to do with her lack of nutrition." 

Kissy says, "I see. Well..." She gets out some papers and hands them to you saying, "Sign these, dear." You take them and you say, "Thanks." You and your mom sit down. You fill out the form and you see a page of disorders. You did have an anxiety disorder, so you mark that off. You sign other things on the forms and you get done with it.

You get up and you walk to the desk. You hand the forms to Kissy and she takes them. She looks over the forms and she gets up saying, "Alright, dear. I'll be back. I'll bring a doctor to call you in. Dr. Mommy Long Legs." She walks off. You sit back down with your mom and you look at your phone.

About three minutes later, the door opens and there stands a tall pink woman with pink hair, green eyes, a pink dress, badge saying her name, glasses, etc. That's Dr. Mommy Long Legs. She says, "(Y/N) (L/N)." You stand up and you say, "That's me." She says, "Come with me, dear. I'll lead you to the room." You walk to her and you follow her in the door. She shuts it.

(Time skip.)

You're in a room. You're sitting back on a bed as you wait for the doctor to arrive. Dr. Long Legs had already checked your heartbeat and asked questions and you answered her. She left after saying she'd get Dr. Huggy Wuggy.

About three minutes have gone by and you hear the door opening. You look up to see the most attractive man you've ever seen. He's got fur and a face nearly similar to Kissy Missy's, but he's blue and... well... male. He's in a blue scrub and black pants.

You blush. He says, "Hello there, Miss... (Y/N) is it?" You say, "Y-yes, sir." He says, "I've heard about your recent issue. I'll check it out and we'll see what the problem is." You say, "Okay." He approaches you and you blush. He uses his stethoscope and he checks your heartbeat. 

He says, "Ooh... I see what the problem is." You say, "What is it, doctor?" He looks at you and he says, "It's a good thing you've stopped cheering and doing all of that jumping." You say, "Why is that?" He says, "You've got a mild heart disease, (Y/N)." You gasp and you say, "I... W-what?" You're shocked to hear this. 

He grabs your hand and he says, "Hey. Listen to me, (Y/N)." You feel scared now. He says, "It's going to be alright. Just don't run as much as others do. Bike riding may be acceptable. But don't run for more than two minutes. It won't be good for your heart rate and you'll pass out. You could possibly end up on life support if pushed too far."

You say, "My god... I... Wow. So, that's why I've felt weaker since the end of my high school years. I was called out for it by my squad for falling off the top pyramid and bringing them down with me." 

He says, "It's a shame. I'm sorry that all happened to you." You blush. He looks at you and he says, "I would also suggest that you eat plenty of foods that are heart healthy. And plenty of vegetables. Less junk food is preferable. No alcohol." 

You say, "But I'm twenty. Just one more year." He says, "Right. I should've known that." You blush and you smile. He looks at you and he says, "But hey... Just take it easy, alright? At least your condition isn't severe. So long as you don't run as much as others could. I'm sure this is something hereditary in your family line, too." You say, "Wow.... That's heavy." 

He says, "I think we're done here now. If you have any problems at all, come back. I mean it. You do have a mild heart disease." You say, "Y-yeah. Okay." You slide off the bed and you look at him. He smiles at you. You blush and you walk out of there. Huggy says, "Wow. She was really pretty.~" 

You get out in the lobby and you get to your mom. She stands up and she says, "How did it go?" You say, "Mom... I have a mild heart disease." She says, "You what?" You sigh and you say, "Yeah. That's why I was feeling weaker during cheer practice one day." 

She hugs you close and you hug her back. You say, "I... I'm scared. No lie. But... Dr. Wuggy did say to eat plenty of healthy foods and less junk food. And no alcohol by the time I'm twenty-one or older." 

Your mom says, "We'll work on this, sweetie. Oh, I knew this would happen again. I just didn't expect it with you. Your aunt had it. Your grandpa... It's hereditary, sweetie. But they've had it worse. I want you to take it easy and get as much rest and nutrients as possible." 

You say, "Okay, mom. I will." You pull away and she says, "Come on. Let's get some Subway. At least the majority of their sandwiches don't involve greasy stuff you shouldn't have." You both head out of the hospital. As you get out you say, "By the way, the doctor was attractive." She giggles and says, "Is that so? I mean, you're old enough to start dating." 

You say, "Mooom." She says, "Oh, I'm only fooling, darling. But you do need someone. Come on. Let's go." You and your mom get in her car and she starts it. You sigh and you say, "I still can't believe I have a heart disease." She says, "At least it's mild. But I do want you to take it easy sweetie. Listen to the doctors." You nod. She drives off, taking you with her.

(To be continued...)