6

                                    

                                          

My day starts off well. Since I tacked a lot of work on Friday, there isn't too much to do. I only have one patient before lunch. I look so relaxed today that Stella, the clinic's technician, asked me if I was feeling well. Even Chaney was disturbed to find me pleasant all morning. Apparently, my natural state is a resting bitch face and I'm so foul that they suspect I eat children for breakfast.
All was well until I got a text from my mother telling me she's visiting. She's already on her way to The Ocean pack, and she only texts me when she's a day away so I'm forced to cancel plans and accommodate her.
When my resting bitch face returns, everyone in the office seems to sigh with relief. 
I sit on my office and wait for my next patient to come in. It's another pregnant female. It seems like something's in the air. I'm half-tempted to buy an oxygen mask. Unlike what Chaney and the other staff members think, I like children and can confirm that I don't eat them for breakfast. That being said, I'm not ready to be a mother.
She walks in with her partner, and I jump into professional mode. She's a little older— thirty-three, and her baby bump is beginning to show. I'll have to refer her to the gynecologist.
"So, is there anything else I should add to your notes?" I ask at the end of the appointment.
"No. That will be all," she smiles brilliantly.
"Great. Here are the details of your referral." I print the sheet and hand it to her.
Her eyes scan the paper, and her smile melts off her face. "What the fuck is this?" she waves the sheet.
"Uh, paper?"
She slaps it on my desk, and my eyes skim over the information. Oh, I see. I accidentally handed her the referral sheet for Anja, the other pregnant girl that recently visited.
"My mistake. That's the information of another patient."
"Be more careful!" she snaps at me, and cups her baby bump as if hiding behind it. She's wrong if she thinks being pregnant gives her a pass to be a bitch, but I will not blow her disrespect out of proportion. I'll just let this go, because lunch is calling my name.
"Anja..." her partner says. "She's, uh..." he clears his throat. "She's keeping her pregnancy?"
How does he know about that? Anja is keeping her pregnancy a secret.
He must see something in my expression, because he adds, "I told her I would support her no matter what."
Well, toss me on the patient's bed and fuck me harder than Kaden did. I don't believe my ears. This guy knocked up both women! He's telling Anja into aborting her pregnancy, but clearly more invested in this other female.
No, Kenna. Don't get involved. You woke up today and chose peace over violence, my conscience says.
"I didn't choose peace. I chose pieces," I mumble.
"Excuse me?"
I shake my head. "Nothing. Anyway, I can't disclose the personal information of my patients. If you'd like to know about Anja, please ask her yourself."
"Well, you had no issues showing me her information sheet," the female says. She slaps her hand on my desk again. The desk I have a tendency to tap my pen against when I'm irritated with work. How dare she mistreat my desk? That's my thing.
"That was a mistake. I apologise. Is there anything else I can help you with?" 
"We will not be coming back here!" she declares.
Well, of course not. That's the point of the referral.
I rub my temples. Maybe I'll tap my desk with my head instead of a pen next time.