Eilise, God, And The Witches [Fake Tattoos #2]

Doctor's orders

Eilise lay on the exam table with her feet in the stirrups. Dr. Roberts had his head under the examination blanket. Her vagina was spread apart with a speculum and he was using his ophthalmoscope to have himself a good look inside. A nurse stood beside her, doing absolutely nothing but staring at her. On the other side of the bed stood the Devil.

"They're not going to give you an abortion," the Devil said. "They have to have a medical reason. There's nothing wrong with you. You're perfectly healthy."

Eilise wanted to tell him to shut it, but if she started yelling at invisible people, they definitely would not give her the abortion, or worse, they might lock her up. She had learned to be very careful about how she acts around Doctors. There was no medical cure for communicating with divine entities, yet it seemed every doctor was determined to try.

Dr. Roberts lifted his head from under the blanket.

"So far, so good," he said. He put down the ophthalmoscope and picked up an aspirating pipette from his little table of equipment. Back in he went, sucking fluids from around her cervix. When he finished, he ejected the fluid onto a glass slide that he affixed with a paperclip and drop into a jar of alcohol-ether. He then grabbed a balsa wood spatula and scrapped it along her cervix before making another slide.

"You're doing good," said the nurse.

"I can live without the critique," Eilise said, almost snapping at the nurse.

"Just one more," Dr. Roberts said, smiling and grabbing a long cotton swab. When he finished making the third slide, he removed the speculum and put on a pair of rubber gloves. "Now just the pelvic exam and we're all finished."

"I thought that was the pelvic exam," Eilise said.

"No, that was the cytological sampling," said the doctor. "We still have to do the pelvic exam. Don't worry. It's not painful. Some of my patients even say it's relaxing."

This time Dr. Roberts didn't squat down on his little stool. Instead, he stood between her legs, put on hand on top of the exam blanket and pushed down on her abdomen. With the other he slid two fingers into her vaginal canal. He stared off at the corner of the room, looking thoughtfully, as he manipulated his fingers.

The exam was very thorough. It seemed as if there was no part of her he didn't touch, parts of her that have never been touched. Eilise could understand how some women might find it relaxing. Were it not for the horror of her situation, she might have even described the new sensation as pleasurable.

"Maybe the good doctor could teach Bobby a thing or two," said the Devil.

"Would you shut up?" Eilise had spoken out loud without thinking.

Dr. Roberts and the nurse looked at each other uncomfortably.

"Miss Smith?" Dr. Roberts asked.

The Devil chuckled.

"Oh," said Eilise, searching for an easy explanation. "So sorry, I... I was thinking of a conversation I had the other day. You know how that is."

Dr. Roberts smiled.

"Don't worry about it," the nurse said, putting her hand on Eilise's shoulder. "It's not unusual for a patient's mind to drift during a pelvic exam."

"Well," said Dr. Roberts, "I think we're all done here. You can put your legs down and sit up now." He removed his gloves and dropped them in the little white trash bin. "Nurse, could you please prepare these slides?"

"Of course, doctor." The nurse pushed the equipment table out of the room.

"He's not going to do it," said the Devil.