Someone knocks on the door.
She goes to answer it.
“Your patient’s father is asking if everything is okay.”
“Tell him we need a few more minutes.”
“Will do.”
She closes the door and leans back against it. “If you’d like, I can run a pregnancy test, so we’d know for sure one way or the other.”
“What does that involve?”
“A urine sample.”
“Um, okay. I guess so.”
“Take a minute and then meet me in my office across the hall. I’ll have everything ready for you.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
“If I’m pregnant, do I have to discontinue my medication?”
“No, we don’t recommend that.”
“Oh, good. Okay.”
“I’ll be right across the hall.”
After she leaves the room, I go to the sink and splash some cold water on my face. Then I take two full minutes to breathe before I open the door and cross the hall to her office.
“Do you know how to do a urine sample?”
I nod. “I had bladder infections when I was younger.”
She hands me the antiseptic wipe and the container. “The rest room is two doors down on the left. I’ll wait for you here.”
The possibility that I could be pregnant is too big to consider.
What if Kane doesn’t believe I was raped and thinks I cheated on him? How will I ever tell him about any of this? Will he still love me when he finds out? The possibility that he won’t is more than I can handle. He’s been my rock and very best friend through everything for the last four years. Even with an ocean between us, we’re still best friends.
I love him.
I cannot lose him.
Tears slide down my cheeks as I go through the motions of providing the sample.
I wash my hands and gasp at my ravaged reflection in the mirror.
My dad will know something terrible has happened.
One thing at a time, Neisy.
I deliver the sample to the doctor.
“Have a seat. I’ll be right back.”