Page 34 of In Love with the Devil

“Okay.”

This time, it’s even worse than last. It feels as if he’s using a hook to pull tissue from inside my walls. I’m staring at the clock to see how long it lasts, and even though it’s been thirty seconds, I’m gripping the bed and holding my breath until a whimper and cry escape me.

“Five seconds, Astoria.”

My breathing is loud and hurried when I release it. “Doc–” I protest in a whisper.

“Hold on.”

Another whimper and some tears.

He gets up and announces, “Okay. That's over. But–"

"But?" There's a fucking but? I ask him with open wide eyes, wanting to go home now.

"There is another test that I can perform on you to test for polyps, fibroids, and scar tissue. It's called a hysterosalpingogram."

"A what in hell?"

He smiles. "A hysterosalpingogram can detect endometriosis or signs of it as well. The best test is still the laparascopy, the minor operation I told you about."

I nod.

"But with this one, we can test other possibilities. I thought we could maybe try that today. What do you think? You're up for it?"

I hesitate but I've been living with these terrible menstrual cycles all my life. It would be very nice to know what's causing them. He rolls the X-ray machine so that the screen is facing both of us.

"Okay. The way it works is that I will inject an iodine dye into your uterine cavity to stain your uterus and fallopian tubes so that they can be observed via the X-ray machine. There's very little risk of complication. The good news is that if blockage in your fallopian tube is the cause of the pain, then this test in itself can help get rid of the problem."

At first, everything is fine. I see the dye appearing on the screen, filling my uterus then one of my fallopian tubes but not the other. Dr. Michaelson squints his eyes at the screen. "Hmm…"

"What?"

"I'm going to try washing it. This might–"

My loud gasp interrupts him and then a long whimper rushes out of me. While biting my bottom lip, I squeeze the sheets. Holy shit that hurts. My breathing is heavy and fast. I almost can't stand to watch the screen since it shows no changes, yet my insides tell a different story. There is this cramping and I'm terrified of it worsening. It feels as if he's stretching my fallopian tubes. It is agonizing. "H-how-how much longer?" I ask while panting. I want to squeeze my belly so bad but I'm sure that's not ok.

"Hold on, Astoria."

An excruciating cramp squeezes my uterus when the dye fills up the second fallopian tube at lightning speed. A thin layer of sweat covers my body and I feel I've lost all strength. "A–h!" I scream for a long time. Tears escape my eyes.

"We're done." He begins to pick up everything.

The trembling is so violent that it can be heard in my heavy fast breathing. I realize how tense I am when he takes out the speculum. My hands hurt when I release the metal railing of the bed.

"Try to relax." I wipe the tears from my face. A few minutes later he asks, "It's possible that side was blocked. Unfortunately, we won't know if that was the cause until your next period or until we schedule the laparascopy."

"I think I rather wait until my next period," I breathe out and then start trying to get up.

"Whoa. Wait a minute. Ms. Torres take a second. There's no rush."

I collapse back on the bed, grateful he's allowing me to recuperate slowly. After a few minutes he asks, "How is the cramping?"

"It… still hurts… really bad."

Two of his gloved fingers slowly slide into me, filling me and spreading more cream. Even though I know he’s watching me, I close my eyes, enjoying them rubbing against my walls. They bring me such comfort after so much pain. In not wanting him to stop, my pussy squeezes his fingers.

“Relax,” he commands and reaches above the blanket to place his palm on my belly. He’s taking longer than last time. I meet his gaze and my breathing hitches.

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