The Boy Who Cried Help

Chapter 13

Aiden's POV

I drummed my fingers on the coffee table as I waited for my mom to come home. Looking up at the clock, it seemed like the hands were racing by and going backward. I was torn between wanting her to be here so we could talk and wanting her to come home later to prolong the time into we would have to have this conversation. My mind flashed back to my appointment with Dr. Thompson.

On the drive there, I was mentally preparing myself about explaining my situation to Dr. Thompson. I still felt very anxious about it but since telling Paul about the rape yesterday, I felt a slight sense of relief. I was waiting in the waiting room about ten minutes after I signed in before the door opened and a nurse called my name. I followed her back as she did some preliminary tests and checks. Once she was finished, she assured me that Dr. Thompson would be back to see me shortly.

I tapped my feet on the ground waiting for her to come. Eight minutes later, she walked into the room. "Hello, Aiden. How are you doing today?"

"I'm fine, thanks," I replied.

"According to your mom, it seems like you're in today because you may have some sort of bug? She said you vomited yesterday?"

The doctor said giving me a once over. Before I could respond she said "But you look fine. In fact according to the information the nurse took down, your temperature and blood pressure are good. Great even."

She gave me a pointed look as if she knew I wasn't in her because I had a stomach bug. "That's not why I came in," I said glancing at her before looking to the ground. Before I could say anything more she said "Look, if this has something to do with some type of sexual problem you may be having, it's fine. No need to be embarrassed about it."

I could feel my face flush red as I wished my problem was as simple as that. When I didn't respond she asked "Well am I wrong?" "No. I mean yes. I mean I don't know," I said feeling my face get hotter as I started to viciously scratch at a hangnail.

Dr. Thomspon met my eyes and said "You can say whatever you need to say. There's no judgment here. I'm your doctor and it's my job to make sure that you're physically healthy. I get that sex is a part of physical health."

I broke eye contact with her and looked away. Taking a deep breath I uttered "I was raped."

Dr. Thompson's gasp was audible as I braced myself for what was going to happen next. Dr. Thomspson said while writing down some information"That must have been hard for you to say. I assume since you're here, you want to get some tests done and do a rape kit." I nodded and said "Yes. It was three years ago so I'm not sure a rape kit will be helpful."

She stopped writing. "Aiden, why didn't you tell me this right after it happened?" "The physical evidence is long gone and if they gave you any diseases, the outcome won't look very good." I sighed and said "I know. I was terrified to tell anyone and only just told someone yesterday. It didn't even cross my mind to go to a doctor."

Dr. Thompson sighed and shook her head. "Well, I'm going to take some blood to run a full STI and HIV test," she said writing again. Nodding I looked down to the ground again. "I'll have to tell your mom to get--- "

My head snapped as I looked at her and exclaimed "NO! You can't tell my parents, please!"

My eyes started to water as I tried to blink back tears. Dr. Thomspson looked at me with something like remorse. "I'm sorry Aiden, but we can't do any of these tests without parental consent. So you can choose to tell them or I can."

My stomach dropped and I felt like screaming, crying and curling up into a ball. I wanted to yell at her that I only just barely told her about it. Why would she make me tell my parents? What would my mom say? What would my dad think? I could feel my heartbeat increase as I struggled to breathe. "Aiden, Aiden," Dr. Thompson called my name.