#doctors office

Final Appointment*

• Character A is patiently waiting in the lobby for their name to be called out. Each minute that passes by puts more and more pressure on their bladder, but they can’t run off to the bathroom yet. What if the doctor is ready to see them while they’re busy relieving themselves? The doctor is so busy, it wouldn’t be polite to waste their time. Character B is trying to convince them that it’s ok, the doctor will understand, the wait will probably be a while anyway, just go pee already. Character A is still stubbornly sticking around, gripping the armrests of their seat and fanning their legs. The lobby only has 10 year old fashion magazines as a distraction, and the ticking clock nearby is somehow making their urge even worse. After a couple more minutes, their bladder gives out, and the sound of the fluid hissing into the plastic chair is the only sound in the dead silent room. Character B tries to find something to cover the growing puddle, but before they can do that, a nurse walks out and calls for Character A. The doctor is ready for them at the worst possible time.

• Character is seeing the doctor to discuss their bladder which has become unusually weak recently. Matter of fact, they didn’t even notice how badly they needed to go until they were sitting on the cold table and trying not to rustle the paper under them too much as they squirm. The doctor asks starts with routine questions about new medications, any cough or fever, etc. Character gives simple answers since they’re mostly distracted by trying not to pee. The subject eventually turns to the bladder issues they had come in to talk about. When the doctor asks them about how often they urinate, whether or not it hurts, and if they’ve been drinking more caffeine recently, they stutter and blush like crazy through each answer. The doctor assumes they’re just insecure, after all, it is a sensitive subject. That has to be at least partially true since Character still hasn’t mentioned how badly they have to use the bathroom right now. The doctor starts rambling about all sorts of tests and exams they’ll have to do, but they can’t focus on that once they feel their muscles spasm and their pee begins spreading across their lap. They interrupt with an apology before announcing that they’re wetting themselves. When the doctor asks about how often this happens, they just start bawling out of nowhere. No matter how professional the doctor is, it’s still too embarrassing to admit.

• Character A has to get a blood draw for the first time and is super nervous about it. Character B is holding their clammy, trembling hand and tries to distract them by talking about all of their favorite things. It’s not quite enough to calm their nerves, but it’s enough to stop them from screaming and running out of the building. The needle goes in, and they start to feel woozy. Character B notices this and gets them to rest on their shoulder and breathe. The next few seconds feel like an eternity, but it’s finally done. Their arm gets bandaged up and they’re so happy that they didn’t pass out. So brave! That excitement is dashed once they notice how wet and warm their legs feel, and they slowly look down and realize that they’re actively letting go of a full bladder they didn’t know they were holding. Even still, Character B is super encouraging, talking about how good they did and how they were still super brave even if their pants suffered.

If you need to see the doctor, and its not urgent/emergency, where do you go? Where is the doctor? And are you USAmerican (because OP is)

Abel had been doing his best. He walked on his own—slowly, carefully, pretending every wobble was intentional. He smiled through the dizzy spells. He brushed off the way his vision occasionally doubled, how his fingertips tingled, or how his heart felt like it stuttered in his chest. He even practiced magic again, determined to feel “normal.”

Except…

fwmp: a harmless lightspell became a burst of red flame.

crrk— a healing charm sparked into red static instead of gold.

Abel: *awkwardly* Heh… whoops. It’s, uh… experimental?

Alastor never pushed, but his eyes always flicked with worry.

Belphegor had given him painkillers for the headaches, ones strong enough to quiet the worst of it. They helped—mostly. He could walk. Talk. Smile. Pretend.

It almost felt like things were going back to normal.

Until that morning.

Lucifer knocked lightly before entering Abel’s room, brows drawn tight.

Lucifer: Abel? Bel just called. She wants to speak with you. Urgently.

Abel: *sitting up in bed with a blanket pooled in his lap, blinking in confusion* …Me? Did something happen?

Lucifer: *worried, quietly talking* She said the test results are in.

Abel: *swallows hard. His fingers curl into the blanket* O-Oh… okay. I can go now. I’m feeling good enough to— *stands, immediately sways*

Lucifer; *instantly at his side, gripping his arm* Sit. I’ll help you walk over. There’s no need to push yourself.

Abel: *embarrassed, cheeks warm* I’m fine—really, I can walk—

Lucifer: *firmly* Abel.

Abel deflated, nodding.

Alastor: *was preparing tea for Abel nearby* Is everything all right?

Lucifer: *looks between them, jaw tightening* We’ll know… soon. Belphegor didn’t sound alarmed, but she was… *searches for the word* …serious.

Abel: *tries to steady himself, but his stomach twisted. Right… Okay. I can face it. Whatever it is.

As Lucifer guided him toward the door, Abel whispered—voice barely audible:

Abel: …Do you think it’s something bad?

Lucifer paused. He looked down at his son, and for a moment the mask fell away. His voice softened, warm and steady.

Lucifer: I’m sure you’ll be fine.

Alastor: Do you want me to go with you?

Abel: I… I’m not sure. I can go by myself. If it’s bad news, I may need some time to myself to process it. Ya know?

Alastor: *smiles warmly but with worry* I’m sure it’s nothing too serious. One day soon we may even laugh about it on our show.

Abel: *laughs* That would be nice.