9. KEEPING IT

(Jen’s POV)

“Are—are you sure, Doc?”

It just couldn’t be.

I mean, there was no way in hell that that was true,

Right?

“I’m pretty sure there’s been some mistake, like maybe I’ve had too much sugar this month and it has ruined my blood and urine samples, you know?” I rattled off head like I tended to do when I was feeling an emotion I hadn’t felt in a while, “I actually heard that those can bring about false reads. Perhaps, I can go home and come another day and retake the tests, it’ll turn out negative, you’ll see—”

“Miss Morgan… Miss Morgan, calm down, please,” He cut me off again, “I’m afraid it doesn’t work that way.” The doctor calmly said, a surprising look of understanding present in his striking blue eyes. It made me… confused.

Sad.

Close to tears.

But that wasn’t what I wanted from him?

I needed him to do his fucking job and tell me that he had made a wrong diagnosis.

I needed him to do something, anything… not stand there looking at me like he knew what I was going through?

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