"I'll head over now." Clara hung up abruptly, tossed the groceries onto the kitchen counter, and flew out the door.
Thirty minutes later, she entered the hospital and located her primary physician.
The middle-aged doctor was mid-consultation but gave Clara a brief nod. "Just a moment—two patients before you," she said with a practiced smile.
Clara nodded, sinking into a chair outside the examination room, her fingers knotting together anxiously.
It must be serious if the doctor needed dedicated time. Why else delay delivering results?
When Dr. Johnson finally called her in and shut the door, Clara's heart leapt into her throat.
"Doctor... are the results bad?"
The physician stayed silent, sliding the report across the desk instead.
Clara scanned the unfamiliar medical jargon. "I do
