Aimee’s POV
I uncomfortably shift in my seat while the man in front of me is sitting comfortably. He motions me to lean forward and so I did. He presses the cold metallic stethoscope in my chest while he listens to my heartbeat.
He looks young. Probably just my age but a little older. His face is clear from any facial hair and his eyes are in light black—can pass as grey.
“When was your last menstruation?” he asks and removes his stethoscope from my chest. He look at me directly in the eyes which made me avoid my gaze.
I cleared my throat and think of when was the last time I'd gotten my period. I bit my lower lip when I realize it was about two months now.
“A-Around two months a-ago…”
“Are you aware that it was already two months since you—”
“No,” I answer, slightly irritated.
