Following Doctors' Orders (Medical Bundle Taboo) Read online

  Contents

  Taking the Doctor's Orders

  Taking the Doctor's Prescription

  Late Night Gyno Exam

  Featured Works

  Author's Note

  Taking the Doctor’s Orders

  Chapter 1: Game Night

  Swish.

  Looking at the scoreboard, I saw that the other team were now up by one, and there was a minute left.

  "Alexis, right here! Pass the ball!"

  The sounds of my teammates calling my name for the ball were all that I heard while I dribbled the ball down the court. Dribbling right in my opponent's face, I looked up to the basket. I calculated every move of mine. I would fake left, cross over to the right, and if they responded fully to this, I would jump back for the fade away. The clock was ticking, and I had to act soon. I looked right into my opponents eyes and smiled. I was ready. I went left as my opponent followed me with their hips, and in an instant, I went right. My opponent was thrown off guard, but as I began to go right, I was dealt with another problem.

  I felt a stab in my knee during the most crucial point of my crossover. It was my tendonitis yet again. The bandages that I had put around my knee was futile. I was forced to pass the ball to only find that it was intercepted by the other team. I couldn't stand fully on my knees anymore. The pain was too much. I called for a sub after the other team just made another two points. I went out and described the pain to my coach.

  "What's wrong Alexis?" He asked me as I began to sit on the out of bounds line, holding my knee.

  "It's my tendonitis," I told him as I groaned with pain.

  "Do you want me to contact the athletic department?"

  "No!" I yelled at him. His eyes widened as he stared at me. "Sorry, I think I can just sit out for a few seconds and be fine." I didn't want to go to the doctor. Not when the game was this close.

  As a competitive person, I couldn't just back down from a fight just because a little bit of pain. Sitting on the sideline next to my other teammates, I watched as my good friend Jennifer took the ball down the court. In a matter of five seconds, she drove the ball down the court, took the ball to the hoop, and made a very clean lay-up. The sounds of cheers could be heard in the crowd among the booing from the away team.

  We were down by one now, and the other team was bringing the ball down the court. I gripped my knee and bit my lip to numb the pain as I watched my team defend for the last 30 seconds. The other team was waiting for the time to pass before they took their shot to ensure that they would take the victory. I watched intently, as every second felt almost as if they were minutes. Everyone was focused. The teams. The referees. And the crowds.

  This was the biggest game of the season. We were up against our rivals, and the game sure did live up to the hype. Now with 10 seconds left, the other team, the Warriors, was preparing to shoot. Their ball handler found their open person and gave them the ball.

  Shit, was all I could think. That was their best shooter.

  From the three point line, the best shooter on the Warriors shot the ball. I stared at the ball with everyone else as the ball flew towards the rim. Finally reaching the rim, the ball bounced up and down, seeking to go inside. Everyone stared, almost as if they were trying to make sure the ball would not go inside the hoop. After bouncing countless times, the ball ended up falling down and going to the hands of my teammates.

  "Timeout!" Exclaimed my coach as he put his hands in a T- formation. The crowd cheered as the teams rushed to their sides to speak to their coaching during the timeout.

  I stood up next to my coach, ready to tell him what was on my mind.

  "Alright team, we're down by one with five seconds on the clock. We need to make this one last shot." My coach looked at me. "Alexis, you're our best shooter, do you think you can manage to play for another five seconds?"

  All eyes were now focused on me. I had to make a decision. Either sit outside on the sideline like a coward and hope for my team to make the winning shot or I can go in and deal with the pain for five seconds. I decided to go with the latter.

  "Put me in coach," was all I told him.

  My coach smiled at me as he began to describe the plan that he had in mind. In the end, it would be all up to me to take a jump shot for the win.

  "Timeout is over coach," said the referee.

  "Alright, team. Just remember, set screens for Alexis and give her the ball." He began to look at me. "I'm putting my trust in you, Alexis. Just remember, it's like every other shot you ever take. There's no difference." Hearing his words of encouragement got me excited and ready. The pain was put on hold as my team rushed onto the court.

  Everyone got in their ready positions as the crowd cheered. I looked up to see my family and friends in the crowd. "Go Alexis!" I smiled. I wouldn't let them down, I thought. This was the game everyone had been waiting months for.

  I wiped the bottom of my shoes to increase my grip on the court. The referee was on the out of bounds line next to my teammate as he held the ball. It was at that moment that he gave the ball to my teammate and the clock started. My teammate passed the ball to another teammate. I ran towards her, with my whole body ready. My knees were bent, ready to take the shot. I bit my lip as I tried to forget the excruciating pain that I was enduring. Hands ready, I caught the ball, squared up to the basket. My opponent was jumping towards me, but I jumped back with a fade away and felt the ball leave my hands as it went towards the basket.

  All eyes were on the ball as I began to fall back to the floor, including mine. In the middle of the ball's flight, I felt the stab yet again. As my feet contacted the ground, my knees acted up and I fell the ground, gripping my knees. I closed my eyes, pulled my knee back into my chest, and attempted to keep the scream of pain back. All I heard was the cheers of everyone in the gymnasium.

  "We won!" That's all I heard. My team came rushing over to me, ready to pick me up in order to celebrate our victory, to where their surprise they were greeted by me holding my knee close to myself.

  "Alexis?! Alexis! Are you okay?! Coach! Come quick!"

  I looked up and saw my coach run quickly towards me. "Alexis, are you okay? Is it your knee again?" I saw he put his hands on the back of his head as he began telling me that he knew he should've sent me to the doctor.

  My family and friends ran over to see if I was okay. I told them that it was my knee and that it was hurting the more than usual.

  "We have to get her to a doctor," my coach told my parents.

  "We should take her to the college campus doctor. I've been to him before, and he can help diagnose her problem and help with the pain. His name is Dr. Smith."

  Dr. Smith. I have never been to him. I've always been to the old family doctor before when I was back home, and I hated that doctor. Dr. Mundo was his name. He didn't seem to really care about me and seemed as if he was only doing it for the money. He was always rude, and very sexist. I guess it is no surprise seeing as he was probably over 80 years old. But, I had to go see him because my parents and even my grandparents had been seeing him when they were younger. Luckily, I was now away at college, and going to see Dr. Mundo would be too much of a hassle. Either way, he would probably make me wait three hours in the waiting room. Hell, even if I was shot, he would still make me wait that long, even though there would be no one else in the room!

  Just thinking of my old doctor made me mad. I thought back to Dr. Smith, the college campus doctor. I heard good things about him from my teammate Jennifer. Apparently he can "work wonders", at least according to her.

  I'm a bit skeptical, bu
t I figured I had no choice. And I really didn't want to waste everyone's time by going to the hospital.

  Gripping my knee, I heard my parents ask me if I was okay with going to see this new doctor that worked for the school. I told them that it was okay. I was ready to do anything to get rid of this pain. I closed my eyes and rolled them to the back as I tried to forget the pain.

  The assistant coach comes and brings a wheelchair for me so that I can be wheeled off to the doctor. I finally looked up to the crowd and saw that everyone was cheering, hugging, and high-fiving each other. I looked to the wall to the right of me and saw the scoreboard. It read, "Warriors 63, Spartans 64." We had won.

  "We won," was all that I managed to get out of my mouth. Everyone that was around me, my family, my friends, and my team just stared at each other. They started to laugh.

  "We sure did, thanks to you soldier," my coach told me smiling. "If it weren't for your sacrifice, we would've lost conference. We beat our rivals and now we can move on to the playoffs!"

  Everyone began cheering as my coach finished speaking, giving me all types of congratulations. I was glad that I could make my team proud. At the end of the day, I was ecstatic that we won. But, something troubled me. Was it possible that my career was over? I couldn't stand up due to my knees, and my shot at going pro could have been taken away due to me playing.

  I began to tear up. I really hope that Dr. Smith can fix me up. I can't stop my career now. I had a talent, at least that's what everyone else told me. Basketball is all I knew.

  "Are you sure about this doctor?" I asked Jennifer with a questioning and concerned look.

  She turned to me and saw how concerned I was. She smiled and laughed. "Don't worry! He's the best. I had troubles with my shins and he was able to basically cure me. However, I still go see him from time to time for checkups, but they're not too bad! Don't worry, you'll be back in practice before you know it."

  I felt reassured. Dr. Smith. What a lovely name. I hope he lives up to the name.

  "Are you ready to go?" Asked my coach.

  I looked at him and everyone else. Some were cheering, and others showed concerned looks.

  "Yeah, I'm ready. Let's go fix this so I can get back on the court and help you guys win," I said as I laughed. Everyone began to laugh and cheer. My coach began to push me down the court towards the door, as I began to hear the cheering of my name from the crowd. It was amazing.

  At that moment, I promised I would do anything that could help me recover and to be back on the court, representing my school.

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  Chapter 2: Visiting the Campus Doctor

  "Doctor!" My parents, we're frantically asking for the Doctor, telling the assistant that their daughter is having weird problems with her knees. The assistant notices that my parents are very weird and then looks over to me.

  "What seems to be the problem miss?"

  "My knee feels like it's being stabbed, and because of that I'm having a lot of trouble standing up. Can you please get Dr. Smith?"

  "Sure thing! I'll go get him."

  Everyone continued to ask me if I was okay, and I reassured everyone that it was nothing. I told everyone that it was probably just my tendonitis acting up. But honestly, I wasn't too sure. I felt as if my future in basketball was slipping away. I decided to change my mindset and to be hopeful. Jennifer told me that he was the best doctor she's been to, so I had to put my trust in her.

  "I hope that Dr. Smith can do as good of a job as Dr. Mundo," said my parents.

  Oh, I'm pretty sure he will do wonders compared to the shit doctor I had before. I'm not even sure if Dr.Mundo had a legitimate license to be a doctor. Thinking of my previous doctor always made me mad. But, I smiled knowing that I wouldn't be seeing him anymore.

  At that moment, a man came from the room next door to us. He was tall, probably about 6'1, and definitely showed signs of working out even though he was probably in his early forties. He had broad shoulders with a wonderful chest that stuck out. They seemed inflated, yet looked hard as stone. My eyes wandered over his whole body, from head to toe. While his body was kept in shape, the first thing I noticed was everything above his neck. He had wonderful green eyes that resembled the grasslands I used to play in as a kid. Not only that, but his hair resembled the style of one of my celebrity crushes. But, the best part was his smile. As he walked over to me, I saw him smile to reassure me everything was going to be okay. He seemed like a man I could trust. I decided that I would put my faith into Dr. Smith. Something deep down told me that I could trust him.

  "Hi, you must be Alexis. My name is Dr. Smith and I will be the physician treating you tonight. How are you feeling? Are you still experiencing high-intensity pain in your knee? If so, which knees?"

  "Hey, Dr. Smith. Yeah, actually both my knees are feeling pretty bad. My right one is a little worse, but I think that's just because it's my dominant leg and I force it a lot more."

  He stared at my knees with his chin resting on his fingers. "Mhm, I see. We should get you inside the examination room so I can properly diagnose the problem."

  With that, my parents wheeled me next to Dr. Smith inside the examination room. My friends and teammates were still there with me, following to make sure that I was okay. Jennifer was the last one to enter the examination room to where I noticed that she and Dr. Smith smiled at each other.

  "Oh, hi Jenny. I didn't you were coming tonight also," said Dr. Smith.

  "Well actually, I told Alexis to come see you after she got hurt because I know that you can help ease her pain."

  Dr. Smith smiled and thanked Jennifer for her kind words.

  "Alright, Dad," started Dr. Smith. "I'm going to need you to assist me in picking up Alexis to put her on the table.

  "Alright."

  With that, Dr. Smith came on my left and my Dad on my right. They put my arms around my neck and each grabbed one of my thighs. My Dad was trying to be as gentle as possible, but he was still a bit rough. But, Dr. Smith had this touch that just eased the pain on my left side. I don't know what it was. He was so gentle in lifting me out of the wheelchair.

  "Alright, easy does it," said Dr. Smith as they put me on the table.

  He sighed as he was relieved from not carrying me anymore. He put his chin back on his fingers as he stared at my knees. He looked up to me.

  "Are you comfortable Alexis?" He questioned me with a concerned look.

  "Yes, Doctor."

  "Okay, well I'm going to observe your knees if that's alright."

  "That's perfectly fine, you can go ahead."

  With that, Dr. Smith lifted his fingers from his chin and reached towards his rolling chair. He brought it over and sat in front of my knees. Everyone else in the room watched intently, waiting for the results, almost as if the was the season finale of their favorite T.V. show.

  Dr. Smith put his hands right above my knee on my thigh and pushed up my basketball shorts. His touch was soft and arousing. His look of concern was enduring. After moving my basketball shorts to reveal my pale white skin, he put his bare hands on thighs. He slowly rubbed them downwards towards my knees. His hands were warm and comforting, almost like a heating pad to my pain. He left his left hand on my right thigh as he reached with his right hand to my left knee.

  "Oww," I groaned with slight pain.

  "I'm sorry, does it hurt really badly?" He questioned me with more concern.

  Thinking about it, it didn't really hurt that much anymore. It was almost as if being in Dr. Smith's embrace that I didn't feel the pain. Maybe Jennifer was right. Maybe this was the wonders she was talking about. Or, maybe it was just a placebo effect. Maybe I was supposed to think he worked wonders, and believing in it so much just made the pain go away. Either way, the pain was probably half there now.

  "Well, actually, it doesn't hurt as much as before. It's lessened quite a bit, but I still don't think I can stand on it yet."

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bsp; "Okay, well I'm going to continue with the examination if you don't mind," he responded.

  "Sure thing. Don't mind me. I'll do anything to get this fixed."

  "Great," he said smiling. "Don't worry, I won't do anything that wouldn't help you," he said reassuring me.

  And I did feel reassured. I put my trust in Dr. Smith, the college campus doctor.

  He now resumed his examination on me. He put his hand back on my left knee again. He used two fingers and grabbed each end of my knee. There was a slight pain that made me groan a bit, but it was nothing that I couldn't handle. He brought his other hand now and placed it behind my knee. He told me to lift my leg, but it was futile. I couldn't. He began to lift it for me, very gently to the point that it felt as if I was doing it on my own. He did it about five times, and then he told me to lift my knee. I told him I couldn't, but he reassured me that I could it. And to my amazement, he was right. I was able to lift my left leg again. I lifted it very slowly and with some pain, but I did it!

  "Yes!" Everyone began to cheer in the examination room. It was almost as if I was back in the gym again and the audience was here with me, cheering me on.

  "Is she okay, Doctor?" Asked my parents who were still very concerned.

  "Yes. I truly believe that she will be fine, but I do want to keep her a bit longer here to make sure everything is okay."

  "Do you have any ideas of what the problem can be?" Asked my parents.

  "Well, I do believe it is tied in with her previous problem of tendonitis. It is most likely from over using her knees in practice and basketball games. But, I will have to keep her here a bit longer to make sure that she is truly okay."

  Dr. Smith looked over to me after speaking with my parents. He smiled and his grass green eyes seemed to sparkle. "Don't worry," he said as he looked at my parents.

  "Alexis is a hard worker. I'm pretty sure she'll do anything she can to recover and get back on the basketball court."

  Dr. Smith was right. I wasn't going to let anything stop me from getting back on the basketball court. I would comply and do anything he told me that was necessary to get back on the court.