A Little Calm...

Doctor's Appointment

Ride - Lana Del Rey

One week after the program is finished, you do as you promised and go see the doctor. You're not waiting for long before the doctor comes in to start the appointment.

Doc
"Ah, miss y/l/n! What brings you in?"

You changed doctors after you got back from the facility. It seemed sensible to start seeing someone who knew a bit more about your new normal.

Y/n
"I've been throwing up, a lot."

Doc
"How much is a lot?"

Y/n
"Some days just once, others it's like I'm glued to the toilet bowl. Even if I'm not physically ill I deal with nausea every few hours at least."

Doc
"How long has this been going on?

As you talk, she takes down notes on the clipboard in front of her.

Y/n
"About 2 weeks."

Doc
"Are you on any prescription drugs?"

Y/n
"Nope."

Doc
"Is the nausea brought on by anything?"

Y/n
"Not really but smells make it worse."

Doc
"Okay, and are you sexually active?"

Y/n
"Yes."

Doc
"And are your periods regular."

You hesitate for a second before returning with a sheepish tone.

Y/n
"Yes, they have been."

Doc
"Have been? When was your last one?"

Y/n
"Um, end of August."

Doc
"So, 8 weeks ago."

Y/n
"I just thought I might miss a month. I know it can happen when you're stressed."

Doc
"Have you been stressed recently?"

Y/n
"A little."

Understatement of the year.

Doc
"Is there a possibility you could be pregnant?"

You don't answer her. You just kind of stare in a thoughtful trance at the floor. Instead of pushing for an answer, she pulls over a kart full of medical equipment and hands you a small plastic pot.

Doc
"I'll need a urine sample. The restroom is your second left when you turn right down the corridor."

Slowly, you take the pot from her hand and get up from your seat. If the result is negative, then you still need to figure out what's wrong with you. If it's positive...