My sister a dentist my brother a doctor

At Selena's office

AMELIA'S POV

I could feel the dread building in my chest as the time to leave approached. I had been putting it off for as long as I could, but now it was finally time. I wasn't ready for this. Not at all.

"Tay, where are we going first?" I asked, my voice wavering as I stood by the door, staring out at the car.

"We're going to see Selena first and get your physical out of the way," Taylor replied, her voice steady and calm.

"Do I *really* need to get a physical?" I whimpered, my stomach already in knots.

"Unfortunately, yes, hun," Taylor said gently. "But it'll be over soon, I promise. Selena's going to be really gentle, and she'll make it quick. After that, it'll be a year before you have to do this again."

"Yeah, like Austin will actually let me wait a whole year," I muttered, rolling my eyes as I thought about how strict he could be about these things.

Taylor smiled softly, giving me a knowing look. "He's just looking out for you, Amelia. He wants to make sure you're healthy."

I let out a heavy sigh, clearly not in the mood for any of this. But Taylor wasn't going to let me off the hook. We made our way out of the house and walked down the street to Selena and Austin's joint office. The closer we got, the heavier my feet felt, and I couldn't stop fidgeting nervously. As we reached the door, I froze, my nerves getting the best of me. Taylor noticed immediately and turned back to me, a concerned look on her face.

"Amelia, I know you're scared, but the sooner we do this, the sooner it's all over," she said, her voice soft but firm.

"I really don't want to do this," I whimpered, my heart racing.

She sighed but took my wrist gently, giving me no choice but to keep walking. "Come on, let's just get it over with. You're going to be fine, I promise."

I let out another soft whine as Taylor practically dragged me inside. The moment we entered, Selena looked up from her desk and noticed the struggle in my steps. Her eyes softened, and she gave me a sympathetic look, instantly understanding what was going on.

"Amelia, what's wrong, sweetheart?" Selena asked, concern lining her voice as she stood from her chair.

"I don't want to be here," I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to do this."

Selena smiled gently, stepping closer to me. "You know I would never hurt you, hun. We can start and finish this quickly, okay? I'll be as gentle as I can."

I didn't respond, only stared at the floor, my arms crossed tightly across my chest. Taylor, who could tell I wasn't about to go willingly, gently guided me back toward the exam rooms. I felt like a child being dragged into something I couldn't avoid. As Selena closed the door behind us, I was already feeling overwhelmed, but Selena's voice was calm and reassuring.

"Alright, let's get started," she said, motioning to the scale in the corner of the room.

I just stood there, frozen in place. I wasn't going anywhere near that scale, not today. Taylor, sensing my hesitation, sighed and gently took hold of my arm.

"Amelia, this is the easy part," she said, her voice soft but determined. "You don't even have to worry about me touching you. Selena just needs to check your weight and height real quick."

I shook my head, pushing against her grip.

"I don't want to do it, Tay," I whined, hoping I could somehow get out of this.

"Amelia," Taylor said gently but firmly. "Come on, let's just get this over with. I know you're scared, but it's really not that bad."

I sighed dramatically but knew I couldn't avoid it forever. With an exaggerated roll of my eyes, I shuffled reluctantly over to the scale. My legs felt like lead, and every step felt like an eternity. Selena wrote down my weight without saying much, then adjusted the bar for my height, jotting that down too. It felt like an eternity to me, even though it had only taken a minute.

"Alright, all done with that part," Selena said softly, offering me a reassuring smile. "Now let's move on."

I didn't look up as I stepped off the scale, still feeling like a deer in headlights. All I wanted was to crawl into a hole and disappear, but there was no escaping this. At least it was the first step, and I knew it'd be over before I knew it. I just wished I didn't feel so out of control.