Undesired

Chris frowned slightly.
"Yes, he mentioned that he didn't feel comfortable with the other doctor... well, if there's a specific reason you liked the other man better, I'd still like a chance at this, to prove myself if that's alright." He said politely.

"I would rather you not prove yourself on him because if you mess up thats my fiance and my baby."
Dewayne sunk back.

"Sir, I've delivered numerous children. And none have been hurt in the slightest. Well, I once delivered a steel born but that was out of my control. I assure you, I won't let anything happen to your fiance or your baby. I take my job very seriously, if I mess up and hurt this baby or Chris I would never forgive myself. I love my job and since I died I haven't gotten to do it much. I'd really appreciate it if you could give me a chance."

Dewayne fidgetted at the steel born thing, it still bothered him but he didnt dewell on it.
"Okay Mr.Neilson but I am still not sure, your word is good but I cannot risk my babies."
Dewayne looked to his mother then his father, then the doctor.
"Well what if he did some kind of surgery to me just to prove he was a good surgeon.

"Sir, you can all call me David." David nodded with a small smile. He turned to Dewayne. "If you're willing I certainly will. I promise not to hurt your son." He said as he turned to Chris and Dustin.

Dustin looked thoughtful, turning to Chris.,
"What do you think....Can you even do that when their is nothing wrong with him?"

"Well I'm sure I could find some minor imperfection. If not, I can always simply remove his appendix. There is no use for it, so it won't do any damage." David suggested.
Chris bit his lip.
"I do trust him to not hurt my baby. But I'm not sure..."

Dewayne frowned.
'Ummm Actually if you two would pay attention you would know I have a Congenital heart deffect. I also have Generalized anxiety disorder." Dewayne rolled his eyes. "Momma was the only one who payed enough attention to catch that and I see him maybe only a few times a week."
Dustin frowned deeply.
"You have a heart Deffect?"
"Yes Sir."

"Well that is far from good but I'm sure I can do my best to fix that." David nodded slowly.
Chris's frown matched Dustin's.
He was an awful mother....

Dewayne shrugged.
'Im sure he can fix it, I dont think momma wanted to cut me open to fix it so its fine."
His mother was the only one to payed attention to him anyways but his parents were busy, they didnt have time to worry with him.

"Well if it's alright with your parents, I can go grab my equipment and we're set." He looked at Dustin and Chris.

Dustin bit his lip.
"Explain this to me, what exactly is wrong with him?"
This worried him....

"Well a congenital heart defect is a defect in the structure of the heart and blood vessels. It's present at birth. There are several different types of heart defects, I haven't looked yet so I can't be positve which kind Dewayne has. Most obstruct blood flow in the heart or vessels near it. Or they cause blood to flow through the heart in an abnormal pattern. Many of them don't require treatment but some need medication or surgery."

Dewayne nodded.
"Momma said if left untreated It would give out again. He said I might need a heart transplant."

"He probably will. I've also done that before. All I need is the okay and I can help him."

Dustin sighed.
"Chris what do you think baby?"
Dewayne stretched, looking like a bored dog.

"Id on't know... I don't want our baby to be hurt... I didn't know or I would've had him treated a long time ago. So I'd say yes, I guess..."

"How long have you known?" He looked at Dewayne.
"Three months."
"Did you ever try to tell us?"
"Yeah but either you werent listening or told me to tell you later."
Dustin swallowed hard.
"David....What can you do about the Generalized anxiety disorder?"

"Well that isn't something a simple surgery can fix. That's more of a mental issue. I can work with him as a sort of therapist. Try to change the negative thoughts he has into more realistic ones. Or, I believe I have the right kind of medication that might help him with that. But the medication comes with some side effects. Things like, nausea, sexual dysfunction, headache, diarrhea, and constipation. So, that is up to you."

"Your insane and I didn't notice?"
Dewayne frowned, he was not crazy damnit.

"No he isn't insane. It just means he tends to worry about things a lot. The disorder is characterized by excessive, uncontrollable and often irrational worry about everyday things that is disproportionate to the actual source of worry. This excessive worry often interferes with daily functioning, as individuals suffering GAD typically anticipate disaster, and are overly concerned about everyday matters such as health issues, money, death, family problems, friend problems, relationship problems or work difficulties."

Dustin sighed.
"So who should I see for this, apparently you know about it but is it in your field of work?"

"I've never worked with something like this but I've been told I could be a therapist by some of my patients." He shrugged. "I can definitely give it a shot. And I do have medication for it if you would rather handle it that way."

Dewayne shook his head.
"I don't want medication dad so thats out."
"Well what if I want you to have it."
'Well then your shit outta luck."
Dustin's jaw cleched. "You know better then to talk to me like that Dewayne."
Dewayne simply nodded.
"Yes sir"

"Well then Dewayne, if you'd like I'll come over around once a week. We'll sit and work on this together." He nodded. "If thats okay with your parents of course."