Miss Hart, could you please sit on the bed, so that I may take your vitals and run the appropriate tests? He grumbled.
She obliged him by promptly getting up from the chair, quickly walking over to the bed and stepping lightly up onto the little step and putting herself squarely in front of him. God, she was gorgeous he caught himself thinking again.
She briskly rolled up her shirt sleeve for the blood pressure cuff and grabbed an alcohol swab herself from the table next to them, she wiped her finger and proffered it to him so that he could do the prick for the few drops of blood required to run the strip tests.
He was thinking to himself how efficiently she was doing this, she had rolled up her own sleeve, grabbed her own swab and given him her finger to prick and then promptly lay down so that he could take her blood pressure, how many times had this girl been in here for routine pregnancy testing?
The girl he was thinking of her as a girl now, not as a woman because she looked no older than 20 maybe 21, he didn’t have a chance to look through her file he had been too tongue-tied and distracted when she had walked in and one thing had just coalesced into another.
Yes a girl, that is most definitely how he saw her, a young utterly vulnerable girl who was being used and taken advantage of and he would help her, he had set his mind on that and that was the end of it.
Why was the Doctor looking at her as if he pitied her? Wait he must have read her file, yes that would explain it, so nothing to get upset about he was just showing the normal amount of sympathy, she didn’t have to pretend she was alright, he was her Doctor even though he was not the type of man she would have thought would be her new gynaecologist, Oh! What a physique he had she could tell he was well built with those strong wide shoulders and tapered waist and he was tall he must have been at least 25cm taller than her and she wasn’t that short standing at around 1.7 meters herself.
But it was bothering her that he had such a big frown on his face while he was doing all the tests, was something wrong? Was there going to be problems, Were her vitals concerning him?
Doctor? Is everything alright? Laelia asked softly.
He shot his glance up and stared into her eyes and almost lost himself again, how could he help this beautiful woman? Yes, Miss Hart, everything seems perfectly fine, your vitals look great and all that we have to do now is the urinalysis, so if you will just grab a glass and see yourself to the bathrooms, I’m sure you remember where they are seeing that you are here all the time.
I apologize I mean you know where the bathroom is correct Miss Hart?
She quirked an eyebrow at him and put her face to the side, Yes Doctor I know perfectly well where the bathroom is seeing that I am here almost every 5 weeks. What was wrong with this Doctor? Yes, he was Handsome, and had the most amazing everything but why do I have a feeling he was just being a bit off right now?
Andreas rubbed his hand over his face as she left the consultation room to go to the bathroom; he turned his back to the door and busied himself with throwing away the sharps he had just used on Miss Hart.
A soft knock on the door made him look over his shoulder, it was Joan
Hi, Doctor is Laelia in the bathroom?
Yes, she is getting me a urine sample for testing, why?
Doctor please, be gentle with her she has been through a lot these last 5 years and especially in the last couple of months, so please be kind and understanding, that’s all I wanted to say, Doctor. I’ll go back to my station now. She turned and left as quietly as she had come in.
What was that about? Maybe Joan knew about the prostitution, maybe Joan knew a lot more that she wanted to know if Miss Hart came in for routine pregnancy testing and various other tests maybe she had had an abortion in the last few years or even the last few months like Joan was referring to. Scum of the earth this person that had control over this poor, poor girl.
I will do everything to help her. He asserted again
Miss Hart came in as quietly as she had left and deposited the urine sample on the table; she took her seat in the chair and waited for him to do the urinalysis tests to detect HCG levels, and to see about sugar, protein, ketones and bacteria it was always the same tests, had been like this for 3 years and she was sure today would be the last time she would be sitting here waiting to be told she was pregnant because after this she was either pregnant or never would be.
Okay down to business, take the Urinalysis strip, tip the cup, put down the strip to wait for it to develop and pour out the glass rinse it put the cup in the sterilisation liquid, wash your hands, dry your hands and go back and look at the developed strip. Yes, focus do each task as it comes. He was reminding himself of this as he did each item because he couldn’t afford to look into those hazel eyes and forget everything again.
Andreas walked back to the table collected the strip and stared at it, a big lump forming in his throat, she was 100% pregnant no doubt about that and that also meant he had to pull out all the stops and help her, there was no way he could send her back to whatever existence she had as a prostitute even if she wasn’t willing to be helped. How could she refuse, a prostitute’s life was definably not for a child, that was if she didn’t want an abortion, he was at a loss how could anyone snuff out a new life like that, he was getting ahead of himself he had to throw away the strip, spray some sanitiser on his hands as was his routine but his brain felt all over the place.
That done he walked over to his desk pulled out his chair once more and folded his impossibly long legs under the desk.
How did they fit? She wondered to herself
Well, Miss Hart. He said louder than he intended.
Yes Doctor she asked quietly still a bit puzzled by his odd behaviour like he was walking on eggshells and afraid he was going to fall flat on his face at any moment.
He cleared his throat for the umpteenth time since she walked into the room, then decided he better take charge right here and now before things get out of hand, how was she going to react to being pregnant? Was she going to break down and cry? Was she going to be sad and shocked or was she just going to immediately book an abortion and get on with life, he hoped it wasn’t the latter.
He really hoped it wasn’t.