Five days later...
With my anxiety taking over, I am powerless to keep my nails from digging into the wooden armrests of my chair, small splinters embedding themselves deeply beneath my nails as I loudly swallow back the nausea that has been coaxing the back of my throat for several weeks and my focus is solely on the man sitting in front of me.
"You are, in fact, pregnant, Ms Starkk." As he examines my file, the doctor makes an announcement.
"P..pre.." I stutter, the words refusing to leave my lips as my body begins to burn up.
"Yes, pregnant," he says, looking at me through his concerned hazel green eyes as he slides his pair of glasses down the bridge of his nose.
"I...I..I. Shiiit..." I mutter, removing my hands from the chair, I grip my purse violently that lays
