Page 37 of Skating the Blue Line
“Yeah, it’s just a stomach thing. I’m sure it’s nerves about the pap smear or something.”
Doctor Long looks at me with bunched up eyebrows like she doesn't believe it’s just nerves.
“What exactly are you feeling?” She asks, taking out a pen to start writing on my chart.
“Like I want to throw up.” I answer.
“Have you?”
I shake my head. “No but I have gagged a few times today but that’s about it.”
“Do you feel tired at all?” she asks, writing something down on the piece of paper.
I take a second to think about her question. Rehearsals and dance class have been kicking my ass lately but that’s nothing out of the ordinary. I did go to sleep early last night which isn’t unheard of for me.
“Usually after a dance rehearsal but that’s a normal thing.”
The doctor gives me a nod as she continues to write.
“It says here your last period was two months ago.”
I nod even though she’s looking down. “Yeah, it’s been irregular for years.”
Dancing changes your body in a lot of ways. One thing that it can do is affect your menstrual cycle. For me, not only did I get my first period in high school, it comes whenever it wants to, not when it needs to.
“Okay, let me check your urine sample. I will get a better idea of what is going on.”
Shouldn’t she have done that before she came in here? Also why is she so worried about a stomach issue? That’s something for a regular doctor not the gyno.
Oh my god, what if Liam gave me something?
We used a condom.
So? You can get an STI through oral.
Oh my god, if he gave me something, I’m going to kill him. I’ll use his hockey stick for all I care. I’m sure Betty will help me get rid of the body.
“When were you last sexually active?” the doctor asks as she looks at the computer screen to her left.
“A month ago,” I answer.
She gives me a nod and all I want to do is grab the computer monitor and see what she is looking at.
After what feels like a million minutes, she turns back to me and gives me a small smile. I can’t tell if it’s a happy one or a sad one.
Liam gave me something, I know it. That bastard.
“From the looks of things we won’t be able to administer your Depo shot today,” she states, standing from her stool.
“What? Why?” Instantly I start to worry.
What kind of STI did this asshole give me?
“Because you’re pregnant, Chloe,” Doctor Long states, looking me in the eye straight on.
This has to be my stomach issues traveling to my brain because no way in hell did she just tell I’m pregnant.
“I’m sorry? I’m what?” I ask, feeling the nausea I’ve been feeling all day travel up my throat.
