Page 9 of Paging Dr. Douche

Her head jerks up and her eyes go wide when she realizes it's me.

"You. I knew you couldn't stay away." The shocked look on her face turns to a devilish one.

"Cynthia, it's a pleasure." I lie, "Let's check out these test results."

"Always right to work. No time to play nice." She says with a nasty tone to her voice.

Cynthia and I had a very unhealthy relationship. I stayed with her because she was my high school sweetheart, and she stayed with me because of the clout I have in this town.

I figured once she got older, she'd grow out of her childish and rather manipulative ways, but it never happened. To this day, she's the epitome of what I would call a mean girl. She twists people around to get her way and I'm glad to be free of her, to an extent. She still lives three houses down from me.

"Sorry, I'm sure you can appreciate how busy we are out there." I say, but don't turn to look at her. I don't need to see her face to know that she's looking at me like I'm dumb. She doesn't care about anyone else's time but her own.

"Well, then, what does it say?" She pushes me to tell her the results of whatever tests she's run, but I have to wait for the computer to bring up her information. I want to tell her to back the hell off, but that wouldn't be professional.

Finally, after the computer taking much longer than normal, I pull up the last set of testing she completed.

HCG levels.

She's pregnant.

I turn around in my seat and look at her. "Congratulations, you're pregnant." I say getting up and going over to where we keep the patient information sheets.

"I bet it just eats at you that you weren't able to knock me up when you had the chance." She says with malice oozing from her lips.

What? What the hell would have given her that impression.

"Cynthia, you and I both know I was never trying to have a baby with you. I was with you at every appointment for your birth control. We used condoms and I noted every one of your periods. I'm happy you have your chance at motherhood now. I'm sure your new husband will be as well." I make sure to bring her new partner into the conversation because sometimes I feel like she's forgotten that not only are she and I divorced, but she has a whole new husband waiting for her at home.

She either ignores what I say or dismisses it because her reply is so ridiculous that I nearly laugh at her.

"This should have been your kid. I'm supposed to be having your baby right now, and if you weren't so cold, that's precisely what would've been happening. It's your fault that we didn't work out." She points her finger at me, her eyebrows pinching in the center as she blames me for something I never wanted, "You know, if you could just loosen up a little... I mean, there's always a chance." She says, tilting her head to the side and speaking much softer than she had before.

I look side to side trying to find out where the hidden cameras are. I must be on a game show or something because, she can't be real.

"Cynthia, you're married. Happily, last time you made it known to me. You and I will never ever work. Ever." I wait a beat to make sure she hears what I'm telling her for the hundredth time. "Now, I'm going to give you these information sheets, and I've already sent the prenatal pills to the pharmacy. Are you going to listen to me as I explain what comes along with your condition, or are you going to keep trying to make me react to something that should have nothing to do with me?" She glares at me a second more before she rolls her eyes, flips her hand at me and looks away.

That's Cynthia Boone speak for go on.

As quickly as possible and sticking only to the facts, I tell her all about what the medical books say she can expect during her first few weeks of pregnancy. Including that she should come back for any spotting or abnormal cramping. I place her information sheets on the table, sign out of my screen on the computer, and call another nurse to finish up.

I walk out of that room, suddenly grateful for the waiting room full of patients that I need to focus on.

The same amount of patients.

Dr. Mason must still be waiting for the consult, but Dr. Blondell has been with the same patient for over ninety minutes, which is unheard of unless there's a medical emergency. If it's something we can't handle here, we get the patient carted off to Wilmington's larger facility.

I walk over to the patient room Dr. Blondell is in and knock lightly once. I don't hear anything, so I open the door. When I peek in, I see Dr. Blondell and Olivia Matte, the young girl who only recently turned eighteen, on the patient table kissing and petting each other as if they were in a fucking hotel room.

I'm in such a shock at the blatant disrespect that I don't say anything right away.

It doesn't concern me who anyone spends their personal time with as long as both parties are consenting adults, but my veins fill with burning acid as I watch in a focused rage as this asshole has the nerve to be doing his dirty business on my fucking time. On the patient's time!

"Dr. Blondell!" I bark out, and he jumps off the table quickly, while Olivia does her best to make it seem like they weren't just making out like a bunch of teenagers.

"Dr. Dracos, I didn't hear you come in. I'm not finished with..."

"You're more than finished." I snarl and come over to Olivia.

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