A Desperate Dash to the Doctor

As Billie helped me out of bed and into the bathroom, I felt like I was going to collapse at any moment. My body ached all over, and my head spun with every movement. But Billie's firm grip on my arm kept me upright, and she gently coaxed me into getting dressed. I was grateful for her help, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of embarrassment at being so helpless. "Come on, just a few more minutes," Billie encouraged, as she carefully buttoned up my shirt and helped me into my pants. "We'll get you to the doctor and get you feeling better in no time." I nodded weakly, feeling a wave of nausea wash over me. Billie quickly grabbed a few essentials - my medication, a water bottle, and a blanket - and we set off for the car. As we made our way to the vehicle, I stumbled, and Billie quickly swept me up into her arms. "I've got you," she said, her voice soft and reassuring. "Just hold on to me." I buried my face in her shoulder, feeling a mixture of relief and mortification. I had never felt so vulnerable in my life. But Billie just smiled and carried me to the car, expertly navigating the short distance. As we settled into the seats, Billie pulled out a small bucket from the back seat and placed it beside me. "Just in case," she said, with a gentle smile. I didn't have to answer - my body seemed to have other plans. A wave of nausea washed over me, and I felt a sour taste rising up in my throat. Before I could even react, I was throwing up into the bucket. Billie quickly grabbed some tissues and helped me clean up, her face a picture of calm concern. "I'm so sorry," I mumbled, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. Billie just shook her head and handed me a bottle of water. "Drink this," she said. "We need to keep you hydrated." As I sipped the water, Billie started the car and pulled out of the driveway. I closed my eyes, feeling a sense of resignation wash over me. I had no idea what the doctor would say, but I knew that I was in Billie's capable hands. The drive to the doctor's office was a blur, with me drifting in and out of consciousness. But Billie's gentle voice and firm grip on my hand kept me grounded, reminding me that I wasn't alone in this. As we pulled into the parking lot, Billie turned off the engine and turned to me. "We're here," she said, her voice soft and reassuring. "You're going to be okay." I nodded, feeling a tiny spark of hope. Maybe, just maybe, we would get through this after all.