"You don't look to good Jazz, I'm taking you to the doctor right now.", mom asserted.
You really did not want to go to a doctor and insisted that you were fine. Your mother would have none of it and insisted that you get dressed for the doctor.
"I definitely think you must see the doctor as anything could be happening to you because of that spill.", mom said.
You would rather hang out with friends on a Saturday but you realized that your mom was not in the mood to take your protests. You reluctantly agreed to go.
You went to the bathroom and showered. You thought that your mom was making too much fuss over nothing for as far as you were concerned you were perfectly fine. You chuckled to yourself as you thought how the doctor would examine you and find nothing wrong but your mom would have to pay anyway.
Leaving the shower, you started to get dressed but you were not moving with urgency, after all, what's the rush?
Your mom called impatiently from downstairs, "Jazz! what's keeping you? Let's go already."
"Coming mom!", you yelled, in a high pitched voice you have not heard before.
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