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Consultation

   "So Miss-" The doctor looked down at her file, "Tanakashi. You're here for a consultation?"

 I nodded, "Actually, I wanted to know if you... um... if you could tell me what this scar is from?" 

Noting her confused expression, I began to worry slightly, "Um, I don't know if you can actually do that I just, um, wanted to know if you could? It's just it's really been bugging me recently." 

The doctor looked at me sympathetically, "I can have a look. Where is it?"

"Just around here." I pointed to the spot with my fingers.

She nodded and motioned for me to lay down on a bed covered in paper towels. 

I did as she asked and pulled up my shirt, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling I had. 

Before coming over, the doctor put on some plastic gloves. 

"Do you have any idea where it could've come from?"

"My best guess would be hero work, though, for some reason, I don't actually think it's from that," I responded, unconsciously clasping my hands together over my stomach just as she walked over. 

"If you could move your hands." 

I complied and tried to busy myself by looking up at the ceiling. 

"Well, it looks like a typical caesarian scar to me." The woman said, walking back to her desk. 

I pulled my shirt down and sat up, turning to her, "Caesarian?" my face reflected the sheer confusion I felt. "Isn't that done when people give birth?" 

"A caesarian is an incision made along your abdomen for the surgical delivery of a baby, and, is what you have just above your pelvis." 

My eyes widened slightly as a timid chuckle left my mouth, "Yeah, it's not that, because I don't have any children."

"I'm very sorry if this is a touchy subject for you and I'm sorry for your loss, but yes, that is, in my professional opinion, a caesarian scar.

"I can't have any 'loss', because I don't have a child. Don't you think I would know if I'd given birth?" 

"Look, Miss Tanakashi, It rather obvious you had this child at a young age-"

"A young age? How young?" 

"Um, I couldn't tell you a specific age, probably around 5 years ago? That would correlate with how faded the scar is- Look, I completely understand why this is such a sensitive subject, but I only did what you asked, so I ask you don't get angry at me."

"I'm not angry, I'm just- I don't understand." I was grasping at straws, trying to find an answer that made sense, surely it couldn't be a caesarian scar. 

I don't have a child. 

But she's a doctor, she wouldn't lie. It's her 'professional opinion'. 

Then that letter came back to my mind. 

E. 

Is this linked? 

"Miss, are you okay? Would you like me to call someone for you?" 

I shook my head and steadied my shaking breath, looking up at the woman to meet her eyes. 

"Are you sure?" 

She seemed slightly taken aback, "I believe so." 

"...Okay..." I nodded slowly and stood up, "Thank you for your time." 

With a shaky breath, I pushed open the door, completely numb to the bustle of the doctor's waiting room. 

How? 

How could I have a child and not know about it? That seemed completely impossible. 

But then again, so did the idea that I couldn't remember 2 separate years of my life. 

Could it all be linked? 

Everything was jumbled and thoughts couldn't form properly. 

Did I have a-a child?