Unremarkable Exam Novels & Stories

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But not one. “Uhm… Mr. Moretti.” Bernal’s reedy voice draws my attention back to the sterile room, ripping me from the memory. “I’ve reviewed the full workup. Your bloods are all within normal parameters. The EKG shows a strong, healthy rhythm, and your CT scan… shows no abnormalities. Organ function is excellent. The only flag here is some minor inflammation in the bronchioles—” “I don’t need your medical jargon, Dr. Bernal.” I say, tilting my gaze to finally face him. He flinches. “Get straight to the point.”

The silence that followed was broken only by their ragged breathing and the drip of fluids onto the floor. Slowly, he pulled out and Richy collapsed onto the table, spent and shattered, his face wet with tears and spit. Dr Stanley stepped back and Richy heard the soft rustle of clothing and the zip of a fly. When he spoke again, his voice had smoothed back into its professional baritone, calm and detached. “The exam is complete, Mr Maxmillan. Your prostate works well, and you don't have a tear in there. You may get dressed.” He walked to the sink and Richy heard the water run as he washed away what had just happened.

He moved it around, squinting. “Uterus clear. Cervix normal. No masses, no anomalies.” He turned the screen toward her. “See? Nothing.” Bonnie stared at the grainy black-and-white. Empty. Normal. “But I feel it. Right there. It’s warm. It’s… happy right now.”

"Look straight ahead for me." I do. He shines the light in my eyes, left then right. "Pupil response is normal." He steps back and studies me. "Any headaches? Dizziness?" "No." "Memory flashes? Fragments of anything from those missing months?" I hesitate. "Not really." "Not really?" He tilts his head slightly. "Or nothing at all?" "I mean... sometimes I feel like I recognize things. Like handwriting or voices. But I can't place them." "That's actually a good sign. It means the neural pathways aren't completely severed." He makes a note on his tablet. "Your physical recovery is impressive. Dr. Winters did thorough work."

The doctors moved quickly while speaking in rapid Arabic while I lay on the bed feeling strangely detached. The fluorescent lights above blurred together. A few hours later, the attending physician returned holding a clipboard. His expression puzzled me. "I don't understand." "What is it?" Ayesha asked anxiously. "Her blood pressure is slightly low from dehydration. But..." He looked back at the test results. "Everything else is normal." Leo frowned. "Normal?" He nodded. "Perfectly normal. No infection, no virus, no anemia and no internal bleeding." He looked directly at me. "According to these results… You should be healthy."

Both are tells that he's nervous about something. "What's up? Is something wrong?" I'm now nervous. "Remington, while you were unconscious we took several blood samples." I wave my hand in a gesture for him to keep going. He's starting to make me really nervous and panicky. My pits are starting to sweat. "All the tests showed the same result. I did a few other exams to prove the results of the blood work. I want you to know. I did not share what the exams were. Nor did I share what we found in the blood work."

Margaret asked after the doctor had finished examining her. "I didn't find anything unusual at all. His body temperature is normal, his stomach has no problems either." The doctor replied. "Are you sure, Doc? Look at that pale face." Grace tried to convince him, there could be nothing wrong with Jackson, she herself saw the man's vomit in the sink. Doctor Erick looked confused. Jackson did look pale and limp, but he found nothing unusual about the man's condition. Why was this happening? "Let me double check." Doctor Erick said in confusion. He went back to check for the second time. "What do you feel?" He asked to make observations.

“High fever, as you said. Rapid pulse. But… I can’t find anything unusual.” My brow furrowed. “What do you mean, ‘nothing unusual’? She’s burning up! She’s unconscious!” “Medically speaking, Norman, there’s no infection I can detect. No signs of trauma, no fluid in her lungs, her heart sounds fine, brain activity looks normal for someone unconscious. It’s… bizarre. Like her body is in overdrive, but without a clear cause.” He shook his head, a rare look of confusion on his usually confident face. “I’ve never seen anything quite like it.”

The doctor said as he came to sit behind his desk. "And what did you find?" I asked nervous as I held my jacket thing on my chest. "The full body exam showed no sign of sexual activity, no tearing, swelling, or bleeding in the area." He said and Summer and I both let out a sigh of relief. "The only hematoma you have is on your lower back." I didn't care about that, that will pass. But knowing that man did nothing to me was enough for me to feel better. "And the blood work?" Summer asked as she held my hand.