My sister a dentist my brother a doctor

At the office

TAYLOR'S POV

We entered the clinic and walked straight into one of the exam rooms, the door clicking shut behind us as Austin followed us in. The room was cold, sterile—everything about it felt clinical and impersonal. Austin immediately moved to the computer, pulling up his schedule for the day. I could feel the tension between me and Selena as we stood there, both of us dreading what was to come. Austin glanced over at us, his eyes slightly narrowing as he observed the silence.

"Now, how difficult are you guys gonna make this for me?" he asked with a playful yet resigned tone, clearly aware of our reluctance.

Neither Selena nor I responded, too caught up in our own swirling thoughts to say anything. I could hear the soft clicking of keys as Austin pulled up our files on the computer.

"Alright," he said after a moment, still looking at the screen. "Are you guys going to decide who goes first, or do I need to play the bad guy here and pick for you?"

He raised an eyebrow, but I could tell he already knew what the answer would be there was no way we'd agree on anything without a little push. We both stayed silent, not willing to make the first move. Austin sighed, leaning back in his chair with a soft groan.

"Okay, fine. Sel, we'll start with you," he said, finally turning his attention toward Selena. "Then, you can help me with Taylor."

SELENA'S POV

When Austin directed his attention to me, I felt my stomach tighten in knots. The idea of being the first to go made everything feel more real, and I couldn't shake the anxiety creeping up my spine. I was a doctor, hell, I was used to being the one in charge, the one doing the comforting, the one helping people. But being the patient? That was a completely different story. The moment I stepped into that patient's seat, I felt vulnerable, exposed, and, honestly, a little terrified. I guess it made sense. We all have our own fears, no matter how much we try to suppress them.As Austin looked at me, I snapped out of my thoughts, realizing he was waiting for a response.

"Sel, are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice breaking through my racing mind.

"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah," I stammered, my voice betraying the nerves I was trying so hard to mask.

Austin gave me a reassuring smile, though I could tell he was getting impatient with how long I was taking to get settled.

"Come on over," he said, his tone softer now. "Let's get this over with nice and quick for you."

I nodded, though the knot in my stomach only seemed to tighten as I slowly walked toward the examination table. Every step felt heavier, and the closer I got to the table, the harder it became to breathe normally. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, the anxiety threatening to spill over, but I knew I had to keep it together. At least for now. I climbed onto the table, sitting down as comfortably as I could, my hands instinctively gripping the edges of the paper covering the seat. The sterile smell of the room was making it harder to relax, and I tried to remind myself that this wasn't going to be as bad as I imagined. Austin seemed to sense my unease.

"You'll be alright," he said encouragingly, a little more serious now. "This will be over before you know it."

He grabbed the thermometer from his desk, and I winced a little at the thought of it being placed in my mouth. My throat felt dry, but I managed to force a shaky breath in and out. Austin noticed my hesitation and gave me a reassuring smile.

"You've got this, Sel," he added softly, as he moved closer to begin the exam.

Despite his calm demeanor, I couldn't shake the anxious feeling swirling in my stomach. I knew it was just a check-up, just routine stuff, but that didn't make it any less intimidating.