Chapter 16: Prescription
When he had set up the doctor's appointment. Derek had not really been thinking straight. In his mind's eye, he had been imagining just showing up, nodding at the doctor. The doctor nodding back, and then passing him a bottle of pills under the table. The two of them parting ways with nothing more than a nod and never having to actually acknowledge each other's existence.
The reality of it was very different. And all because of one key word...consultation.
Before anything could proceed, Derek would need to have a consultation with the doctor first.
"To determine what is wrong," The nurse had told him when he had tried to use his money and status to get around the situation.
Which was why Derek was currently where he was. Sitting on a circular orange couch, taking small sips from a glass of water with sliced lemon in it, while he stared down at his doctor. Trying to channel his most potent glare to get the younger man to do his bidding...it was not working.
"Mr Haven, unless you tell me exactly why you are here, I cannot help you," Derek took a sip, and set the glass aside.
"What if I told you it is for an STD?" He asked.
"Then I would do the relevant tests and treat you from there," The doctor said, readjusting his glasses. Clearly the man was a bit wet behind the ears, he did not seem to get what being subtle was all about.
"And what if I told you that whatever I tell you, I want you to note it down as me having a venereal disease," Dr Cullen took off his glasses and Derek leaned back in his chair.
He might be nervous about his reason for coming, but this bit he could do. This, this was negotiation.
It was why he had chosen Dr Cullen in the first place, instead of contacting the family doctor. He had done a bit of research first, young, brilliant, and crazy enough to open his own practice despite still paying off his student debt.