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Was it wrong to log in to this app when I wasn’t the person it was meant for? They had already sent me all these invitations. So didn’t that kind of make them mine? And the mistake was on them, not me. Besides, I was too curious to care. When I entered my username and password, a loading screen with the Society's genie lamp logo popped up, and then it was replaced by the home screen:
Welcome, Raven Black!
Wishes Completed - 0
Last Spa Visit - April 6
Last STD Test - April 6, Clean
STD Test? So that's what the needle mark was for!That was good news, but I wasn't out of the woods yet. They still could have injected me with stuff. Or used an unclean needle. In a few minutes the doctor would come give me the bad news, but for now, I wanted to explore the app and get some answers.
Below the bit about the STD test, the words "Action Required - Sign Contract" were written in bold red letters. I was about to click it when the door to the exam room swung open.
Dr. Wozniak hadn't been able to see me on such short notice, but she'd said that the pediatrician in her office had an opening. She hadn't, however, warned me that he was super hot.
His muscular arms threatened to rip out of his lab coat, and his short blonde hair effortlessly stuck up and to the left in a stylish yet very heterosexual way. He looked more like a doctor from a porno than from an actual doctor's office. Not that I've watched a ton of doctor-themed porn or anything. Okay, fine. Maybe I watched a few clips from Chastity's folder. Don't judge me. Divorces are lonely. And then I wasn’t allowed to go on any dates because ofthe incident.
He put his clipboard down and looked up at me with his beautiful baby-blue eyes.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Cooper," he said. "I'm Dr. Lyons."
"Hi," I said, but it came out all squeaky and weird.
"So it says here that you were worried about STDs, blood poisoning, and overdosing on just about every illegal drug I've ever heard of. Is that a mistake, or...?"
"Nope, that's correct," I said. "I'm concerned about all of those things." God, I didn’t want to have this conversation with him. I wanted my old lady doctor with the glasses. Not this handsome imposter that was making me sweat more by the second.
"Oh. Well then." He narrowed his eyes. "Do you mind telling me how you think you contracted all that?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Do you need a rape kit? As a pediatrician that isn't really my specialty, but..."
"No, I don't think so."
"You don't think?" He nodded. His blue eyes were filled with concern. "I guess the bit about the drug overdoses makes more sense now. If you need help with drug addiction, I can refer you to a specialist."
"I'm not a crackhead.” Oh God, I’d definitely said that in a super defensive way that made it seem like I was a crackhead.
He nodded and jotted something down on my file.
“Hey. What are you writing?” I craned my neck to see, but he turned to block my view. “Are you writing that I’m a crackhead? Because I said I’m not.”
He gave me a sympathetic smile. He had definitely added “crackhead” to my file.
“Can you just tell me about my blood work?"
"Of course." He flipped the page. "It looks to me like you're fine. The preliminary drug test is clean, although we won't have the full results until next week. And you definitely don't have blood poisoning." He paused. "You may have diabetes, though."
"They gave me diabetes?!"
He looked at me like I was crazy. "Did you fast for 12 hours before your blood test this morning?"
"Yes," I said. But it came out as more of a question.
"Are you lying to me?"
"Okay, fine. You caught me. I had two donuts right before the test. I get all barfy if I don't have carbs in the morning. And I really don’t like getting my blood taken so I was nervous. And I like to eat when I’m nervous."
