Mantoux Reading Time Novels & Stories

"I understand, doc. I'm willing to undergo the lab test, how long will it take doc to inject me immediately with the contraceptive injection I want?" She smiled slightly. "It won't take a day. 'Till 3 PM so I can get the urgent result you need right away." "Then I'm willing to wait for it. Thank you."

“It’s defective. I knew I should have picked up two kits.” With a serene sigh, Teri lifted the instructions and skimmed them. “It can take up to five minutes to develop, Jim. You’re going to have to be patient.” Folding the paper instructions, she set them beside the test stick and wrapped her arms around him, rubbing her face across the soft cotton of his t-shirt and inhaling the metallic-y spiced rum and vanilla scent of his chest with enjoyment. Closing his arms around her, Jim rested his cheek on top of her head. Several long seconds ticked by in silence before he chuckled, “Teri, what are you doing?”

“I want it today.” The nurse glanced at me. “Huh?” “I want the results today. I’ll wait for it.” She shook her head at me, her brows furrowed. “I’m sorry but it doesn’t work that way. You’ll have to wait at least four weeks.” “Four weeks!” I exclaimed. When I saw that I had garnered some attention, I lowered my voice. “I can’t wait for four weeks. Can’t you speed it up?” “There were people before you and these things take time. There are procedures to take to ensure that no mistakes would be made. So yes, it could take up to four weeks.”

I lock the door and immediately pee on the small white stick. Laying it face down on the sink, I read through the instruction leaflet as I dance on my feet excitedly. Three minutes, that's how long it claims the results take. I don't have a phone, so I resort to counting the seconds. At two minutes, I get giddy to turn the stick over, but I talk myself down by washing my hands and stashing the box in the trash can. "Hey." I hear someone's voice outside. Gosh, I've been in here for too long.

Bobbi said. You could hear a pin drop on the line. “Okay, it’s in, and a red light is on above it.” Margo released the breath she was holding. “Great. When that light turns green, take the flash drive out.” “How long will that be?” Bobbi asked. “Honestly? Not sure.” “What?” Anthony and Bobbi chimed simultaneously. “It could take two minutes, or it could take forty-five. It’s a big program,” Margo explained. “Wow,” Anthony mumbled.

Molina explained. - Is this serious? – I didn't know that was possible. - Seriously. If you want, after lunch we can go to the hospital. The results are usually ready in forty-eight hours, but I can try to speed it up. That is, if you really want to know what happened. – Dr. Molina suggested. I was already a fan of this man. - Dr. Molina, that would be wonderful! – I replied excitedly. – But I can't go today, I have a meeting right after lunch.

I scanned down the page to the follow up data. Of the eighteen patients flagged, four had returned positive results for early stage autoimmune marrow suppression. The average time from initial presentation to confirmed diagnosis was twenty one days. Twenty one days. I stared at the number. I read it three times to make sure I was not misunderstanding the data. It had taken my previous doctors two entire years to find the truth hidden in my blood. These four patients had their answers in three weeks. I turned the page. Attached to the data report was a brief, handwritten note from Dr. Hughes.

I responded coldly. Handing Mason off to his mother, I take Sarah and Zayne’s hands in mine and walk with them in a show of solidarity. Whatever Lauren’s agenda is, she needs to know up front that she will not come between me and my mates. She quickly covered the scowl on her face, but not before I noticed it. Unfortunately for her, I couldn’t care less if she was happy or not. A short thirty minutes later, Mason and I have both been swabbed and the little boy is practically dancing with happiness that, as promised, no needles were involved. The lab tech informed us that it would take three to five days and could be delivered via email or courier.