Page 88 of The Betrayal

“And the test said two to three weeks, is that correct?” her eyes are back on the screen and her fingers dance over her keyboard.

“Yes,” I swallow the thickness and suddenly, I am feeling hot. Too hot. I strip my coat off me, running my finger round the neckline of my crew tee.

“You okay?“

“Just a little hot, I think where I have been outside in the cold weather and now in the warm room,” I give her a weak smile and reach for my water, taking a sip.

“Just take a moment,” she crosses her hands over and waits for my hot flush to pass.

“I'm good,” I nod, taking another mouthful.

“Perfect,” she flashes her toothy grin at me, “and is there a father involved?”

Her question feels a little too personal. I know it's not and I shouldn't feel like she is judging me, but I totally feel like she is judging me.

“Yes,” I nod, “there is a father.”

“And you have a good support system around you?” she continues, and nerves cripple me.

“Yes, I have my dad, my friends,” my voice is filled with confidence when on the inside I feel like I am dying.

“Okay, I want to get some bloods done and then we will get you on the table for your ultrasound. I'll call the nurse in then send you back outside for ten whilst I go through the results, is that okay?” she asks, but I don't actually feel like I have a choice.

“Yes.”

I hate blood tests. Never liked taking them at work either. I know why she is asking all of these questions, this is my field, well, sort of. But I'm not a silly twenty-one-year-old.

She presses a button on her phone, and an older lady walks in with a trolley with a tray on top filled with everything she needs.

“Hello love,” she smiles sweetly at me as I roll my sleeve up to give her access to my vein. She presses a couple of times with her gloved fingers, her eyes moving from mine to my arm. “Are you nervous?”

“A little,” I admit, “shouldn't be, I’m a first-year med student,” I say a little too proudly seeing as I am a fraud.

“You’ve achieved a lot for such a young age,” Dr Kyra states as she looks at my date of birth, I’m assuming.

“I was an over-achiever, really clever actually...” I pause for a moment when I feel the scratch on the crease of my elbow, “probably wouldn't think it seeing as I am sitting here at the age I am and pregnant.”

“These things happen,” Kyra smiles, “birth control isn't always one hundred percent, you know that though don't you,” and I nod. She wasn't being condescending, she was quite nice actually. Not a bitch. Maybe a little judgmental but hey, I would be the same if I was her.

“Okay,” the nurse says as she places a cotton ball on where she took blood and tapes it in place, “that's all done, go and take a seat in the waiting room.” She gives me a kind smile and I stand up, moving towards the door and back into the busy waiting room.

Pulling my phone out, I smile when I see a message from Keaton.

Keaton

Hey baby, this meeting is a snore fest. All okay? x

I scoff.

Me

Hey, all okay. Just had bloods to check my hormone levels, then will be ultrasound time xx

I see the three dots pop up.

Keaton

Does that mean something is wrong? Your dad has just left, he got out of it. Lucky bastard. xx