My savior

Chapter 7

"Now, for the second thing."

He removed the stethoscope from his ears and put it back in the bag. This time he got out the pressure tool.

"I need you to help me out with this one. I need you to put it on this part of my arm and close the chip on it tightly on my arm and take care to remove any air in it. Can you do that or do I need to call my assistant in the other room?"

He explained it to me by showing me the parts, but I shook my head at his question. He then nodded, understanding what I meant. He got up, opened the door, and called for his assistant. The assistant came, and he closed the door behind him.

"Jack, I need you to help me put the pressure measurement on. Don't ask questions. "

This Jack guy did as he was told without questions, and then Dr. Miller looked at me.

"Alright, thanks Jack. You can go now. "

The Jack guy left, and Dr. Miller started to explain and point out everything.

"Alright, so I pump from the small pumper in my hand until the chip chap thing gets tight. It won't feel good, but it has to be done. You'll feel uncomfortable. And then I'll release the air and I'll be able to see your pressure measure."

He removed the things from him and I gave him my arm without him telling me. He looked surprised since he didn't see that one coming. He put the things on me and started to pump. The more he pumped, the tighter it got, to the point that I started to remove them, but he stopped me.

"Don't remove them. I know it's not comfortable, but it's almost over. See, it's done. It won't get tight anymore."

I felt the things on me give my arm a free space to breathe. My arm is going to get sore. That is something I know will happen. He read my pressure gauge and removed everything from me. I rubbed my hands on my arm where it had the things on it.

He put the pressure measurement in the bag and then he didn't get anything out. I looked at him confused, and he gave me a sympathetic smile.

"I have to touch your stomach for the next part of the check-up."

I shook my head a lot and started crying.

"Please No! I can't do it! Please! Don't touch me! "

"Eva, you don't need to cry. I swear I won't hurt you or touch you in a bad way. It will only last for 5 seconds. You can count them. But I really need to check that nothing is wrong in your organs. Please let me help you. "

I stopped crying and only hiccuped.

"I can't... show you... my stomach."

"Why? Are you hurt? Are you hiding something?"

I got nervous and slowly got away from him till I reached a corner in the room and sat in it.

"Please don't make me do this."

"Eva, I'm here to help you. I won't ever hurt you. I just want to know something. Why are you so scared of me touching your stomach when you know that I would never hurt you? "

"I... I can't tell you."

"If I let my assistant do the stomach part on me, would you let me do it on you?"

I shook my head.

"Fine, then, let's do another part of the check-up and then we will talk a bit, ok?"

"Ok"

I stood up from the corner and went to him slowly. I sat on the couch while he got out a hammer.

"W... What will you do with that?"

I asked scaredly.

"I'm going to check your knee. Like this."

He sat down with me on the couch and knocked the hammer on his knees.

"Since my knees are long and touching the ground, unlike yours, it won't work out for me. But when I smack it on your knees, you should start swinging your legs. It's simple and won't hurt. "

"Ok"

He came beside me and knocked the hammer, and my knees swung automatically. He watched me as I winced, but didn't say anything. After a few knocks, he was done, and he put it in the bag again. Then he came and sat beside me.

"Now, we are only going to talk. I won't do anything to you. OK? "

"Ok"

"Can you tell me why you don't want me to check your stomach? You know I won't hurt you and I didn't hurt you during the check up, have I? "

I shook my head.

"Then why?"

"Umm... I can't tell you."

"Well, how about I ask questions? You don't have to answer if you don't want to, and you just say yes or no. Sounds good?"

I nodded my head.

"Ok, so first. Were you bullied? At school or at home or anywhere? "

I thought about it, but I wouldn't call it bullying. I would call it abuse. So I shook my head at his question.

"Then, were you abused?"

I nodded my head.

"Was it physical or mental?"

I raised 1 and then 2 so he would know it's both. I saw his face soften and get angry at the same time.