Aubrey’s POV
I may be personally against celebrating some stupid fake holiday like St. Valentine’s Day, but it doesn’t stop me from thinking it’s the WORST VALENTINE’S DAY EVER by the end of it.
“Tell me if this is uncomfortable,” Dr.Tran asks as he pokes and prods around my sides with his gloved fingers, which feel suspiciously like very sharp knives. I can’t help but hiss out in discomfort as he does this.
“Ouch!” I complain at the doctor’s not so gentle ministrations. “You don’t need to poke at me so hard!”
“Sorry,” he apologizes, however I don’t think the good doctor actually sounds all that sincere. “Well, it’s apparent that there’s definitely something questionable going on here. I’ll need to send you to the lab for bloodwork to confirm the diagnosis and determine the right
