Page 262 of Lilah
"Do you want me to come with you?" I ask. I didn't know he wanted me to come with him. He looks at me giving me a look that says 'that's a stupid question.'
"Yes, get up," he grabs my hand and pulls me up carefully. The woman gives the two of us a smile and she motions for us to follow her.
Grey grumbles something about how he's not doing this poop by himself in certain choice words.
We enter a room where a patient chair sits in the middle of it and she tells Grey to take his shoes off and to get on a scale. He turns up his nose at that but I nudge him, silently telling him to quit it.
She tells him to sit on the patient table and I just barely see his jaw tense.
What a baby.
He sits and glares at me while she takes his blood pressure. All I can do is smile at him.
"Okay, your doctor will be in in a few minutes," the nurse smiles and exits the room. Grey immediately gets off the large seat.
"I'm not fucking sitting there," he grumbles.
"I'm not freaking sitting there,"I mock him oh-so maturely.
There's only one guest chair and I'm sitting in it so he's gonna have to suck it up. Big baby.
On the other hand, Ididdrag him here.
"C'mere you poor sweet soul," I stand from my seat and usher him to sit in it. He gets up and takes it happily.
Then he pats his lap and widens his legs a bit more than he usually does when he sits.
"It's inviting, ain't it?" He hooks his finger in one of the belt loops of my pants and yanks me down onto him.
"You're hornish," I whisper, kissing his forehead and standing from his lap. I stand beside the chair and he leans his head over to me.
The door opens and a nicely dressed man walks in, a computer in his hands.
"Hello, I'm Dr. McKinus," the younger man smiles, showing off his pearly whites. I don't think Grey likes him very much by the way he flits his eyes up at me in a look like says 'why did you make me come here?'
He also just looks way too unhappy.
I wait and the doctor does too. Grey makes no movements and doesn't even acknowledge the doctor. I roll my eyes at him.
"This is Grey," I pat his shoulder. Then I spot the polo dress shirt the doctor is wearing.
Good Lord. I sigh internally.
"It's nice to meet you Grey," he flits his eyes up at me, "and.."
"Azalea," I smile.
"Azalea," he says before looking down at his computer.
"So, tell me a little about what's been going on," Dr. McKinus looks at Grey. Grey only shifts in his chair.
He's the biggest and most ridiculous dramatic drama queen I've ever met in my entire life.
"He's been really sniffly, y'know a runny nose, pressure in his sinuses and stuff like that," I explain, giving Grey's back a small pinch.
"And this has been going on for how long?"
"I'd say three days or so," I nod and he types on his computer.
