My sister a dentist my brother a doctor

Meeting

TAYLOR'S POV

I sat down slowly, my heart racing as I watched Austin's fingers move across the keyboard, pulling up something on his computer. The air between us was thick with tension, and I could feel my nerves tightening with every passing second.

"So, Tef, I was talking to your management today," he started, his voice calm but carrying an undertone of seriousness.

I frowned, confused.

"Umm, okay," I replied, not sure where this conversation was headed.

"They said I needed to talk to you about something important," he continued. "They said you have to get a full physical exam and update some of your vaccines before you leave for your tour."

The words hit me like a ton of bricks. I froze for a moment, not sure how to react.

"Oh, uh, I... um... I gotta go," I stammered, standing up, my immediate reaction being to flee.

I hated doctor's appointments. I hated the idea of shots. Everything about this made me want to run out the door.

"Taylor, just hear me out," Austin said gently, his voice more insistent but still soft. "I know you hate being here, and trust me, sis, I don't want to do this to you either. But your management is requiring it, and honestly, you need to get it done. It doesn't have to take long. It can be quick, and you'll be out of here before you know it."

I hesitated, my mind racing. I didn't want to do it. I didn't want to be here at all. But I knew he was right. It was something I couldn't avoid, no matter how badly I wanted to. I let out a shaky breath, finally giving in.

"Fine," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, full of nerves.

"Thanks, Tef," Austin said with a small, sympathetic smile.

He stood up from his desk, walking over to the door. "We'll be in Room 1. I'm going to grab the vaccines you need so they're ready when we get there."

I nodded, my hands trembling slightly as I stood and made my way to the exam room. I didn't want to, but there was no turning back now. I sat down on one of the chairs in the corner, trying to force myself to calm down. My stomach churned with anxiety as I waited for him to come back. The thought of needles, the whole exam—everything about it made my skin crawl. A few minutes later, Austin entered, carrying a tray with vials and syringes, his footsteps echoing in the quiet room. He closed the door behind him, the soft click of it making my heart skip a beat.

"Wrong seat, Tay," he said with a sympathetic smile, gesturing to the exam table.

I looked at the table, then back at him, feeling a lump form in my throat. I didn't want to move. I didn't want to sit there. The thought of it made me want to cry. But I couldn't back out now.

"I know," I whispered, my voice shaky.

Austin gave me a reassuring smile, his eyes soft with understanding.

"Come on over and sit. You'll be okay, yeah?" he said, patting the table, trying to make me feel better with his calm demeanor.

I nodded, swallowing hard. I slowly stood up and made my way to the table, my legs feeling like jelly. When I finally sat down, it felt like the weight of the world was on my shoulders. I couldn't stop the nervousness from building in my chest.

"We'll go ahead and start easy," Austin said softly, his voice calm and soothing. "If you need a break or anything, just let me know, okay?"

I nodded again, trying to calm my racing heart. It felt like everything inside me was screaming to get out, to run far, far away from this moment. But I stayed, trying to breathe through the anxiety. I couldn't make this go away, so I had to face it.

"Okay," I whispered, my voice barely audible, as I prepared myself for what was to come.