5
My hands were clammy, and I couldn’t stop fidgeting as I sat on the metal table in my lovely open-backed, paper gown waiting for the doctor to arrive. Court was pacing back and forth in the tiny space, obviously nervous as well.
“What’s taking her so long?” Court grouched, looking at the time on her phone again.
Suddenly, there was a quiet rap at the door. An older, distinguished gentleman in a white lab coat peeked in. “Abigail? I’m Dr. Ross.” He walked across the room and extended a hand for me to shake.
I panicked, but tried not to let it show outwardly. “You’re Dr. Tracy Ross?” I asked him, my voice a little shrill.
He smiled kindly. “You were expecting a woman?”
I nodded. I had been prepared to discuss my current, mortifying situation with another woman. I didn’t know if I cou
