Sam: So Liz, are you going to go to the doctor, or do I have to take you myself?
Liz: Yes, yes, I'm planning on going. You don't have to force me; believe me, I feel terrible.
Sam: Well, you look terrible.
Liz: Oh thanks! That makes me feel better.
Sam: You know what I mean. Look, you've had a temperature for two days, you have a sore throat, and you have no energy. If I were you, I would go immediately.
Liz: Yes, I suppose you're right. It's just that....
Sam: What?
Liz: I hate hospitals, and clinics, and needles, and pills....
Sam: So do I. I don't even like smell of hospitals, but what choice do you have? If you delay seeing a doctor, you might end up with an infection. And you know what that means.
Liz: Yes, antibiotics. Okay, you've convinced me. I'll call and make an appointment.