“Alright,” I finally muttered, my voice strained. “Let’s do another test. Just to be sure.”
Dr. Steiner gave me a small nod, but I swear I saw a flicker of amusement in his eyes. He left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts—well, more like a tornado of anxieties and questions swirling around my head.
I pulled out my phone, hovering over my best friend Morgan’s contact. She’d know what to say. She always did. But before I could hit call, the door swung open, and Dr. Steiner returned with Jessica, a tray of medical supplies, and a rolling machine that looked like some torture device.
“What the hell is that?” I asked, pointing to the thing.
Jess grinned. “It’s a vaginal ultrasound.”
“If you think you’re sticking that thing up my pussy, think again. My pussy is off-limits. Closed for business. Permanently.”
“I’m not sticking anything anywhere.” Jess chuckled. “Dr. Steiner is.”
“Like hell he is!”
“Lie back, Devlyn, and put your feet in the stirrups,” the man ordered.
Grumbling, I did as I was told.
What choice did I have? My life was falling apart.
Why not go out with a bang?
Total humiliation, here I come!
“I figured this would be quicker,” the annoying man said as I closed my eyes. I tried to tune out everything. I didn’t want to be here. I wanted to run away and hide under my pillow until this nightmare was over. The only damn reason I came to this stupid clinic was because I thought I had the flu again. After what happened the last time I got sick, I knew my baby sister would kill me if I got the plague again.
Not that it was a picnic for me, either. That was the worst two weeks of my life, and I sure as hell didn’t want a repeat. But when the vomiting started, I figured it was just a stomach bug and best let Dr. Steiner prescribe me something before I had to call in for an exorcism.
Sheesh, the vomiting was non-stop.
And don’t even get me started on my current predicament. I didn’t think there was anything that could save me from sleepless nights, fat ankles, and crying babies.
Because if there was, I wanted to order it, now!
Hell, I’d even spring for two-day shipping.
Seriously, Amazon sells everything, don’t they?
“Uh, Jessica. Go get Dr. James and tell her I need her help?”
Opening my eyes, I saw Jessica slowly nod as she backed toward the door before she raced out of the room.
Frowning, I leaned up on my elbows and glared at the man between my legs. “What the hell is wrong? Is it a tumor? Oh, please tell me it’s a tumor!”
And like every man with a dick, the fucker refused to say a damn word as one of my best friends, Claudia James, walked in, grinning.
“Hi, Dev.” She smirked, walking over to the machine.
“Save it,” I snarked. “Tell me it’s a tumor, so I can go home and finish watchingGame of Thrones.”
Looking at the machine and then at me, Claudia asked, “Dev, when was the last time you had sex?”
“You already fucking know that. What’s inside me? The Lolli-Pop Guild? The cast ofEight Is Enough? What?”
Jessica Keller, a good friend of mine, just leaned against the wall laughing her ass off, slowly shaking her head.
Fucking bitch! I’d get her back for this.
