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follow me.”
Twenty minutes later I’m in a gown and lying flat on an examination table. Even though I know the exact date I got pregnant, they still require an ultrasound to determine gestational age.
“Ten weeks,” the tech says handing me a wipe for my stomach. “The nurse will be back in a minute to discuss the procedure with you.”
“Okay,” a female voice says from the doorway. She didn’t even bother knocking, and the look on her face says she’s completely over today. There is no sympathy in her eyes for my hard decision. I immediately wish the other nurse was in here with me.
“You’re ten weeks, so we can give you some medication and wait it out, but that takes a few hours sometimes.” She stops abruptly and looks at me for the first time. “Did you bring a friend with you?” I begin to shake my head, no, but she holds up a hand to keep me from responding. “Because if you did, there’s another procedure you can do and it will have you out of here in like thirty minutes. It requires mild sedation, so you’ll need someone to drive you home. You brought a friend right?”
Do I want to be here for hours? Of course I don’t, but I can sit in my car for a while until any side effects wear off. She gives me a hopeful look. “I brought a friend,” I lie. “She’s waiting outside for me.”
Eight hundred dollars and thirty minutes are all it takes to kill a baby? That knowledge disgusts me. The nurse is so used to terminating pregnancies, she practically just told me to lie so she can move onto the next poor woman who’s had to make this terrible decision.
I’m second guessing my decision of driving all the way to Colorado Springs. I wanted to give my parents the courtesy of keeping anyone they know from seeing me walk into the clinic. I should have used the one in Denver, more specifically the one only half a mile from our church.
My mother has asked me to do the unthinkable; something some people in her church would shun her for. I didn’t miss the fact that my mother preaches tolerance and acceptance when people make mistakes. Hell, I’ve even heard her tell others that abortion is an abomination, but the second she’s faced with an unplanned pregnancy, she demands it as the only option.
My thoughts are interrupted by a harsh knock on the door. The nurse walks in and is followed by a doctor who looks like he hasn’t slept or bathed in a week or more.
“Alright, Margie,” he says sitting down on the stool and pulling a small rolling table closer to the bottom of the examination table I’m sitting on.
Margie? Who the hell is Margie?
Chapter 4
We have been run ragged the last week and a half. We’re in the middle of nowhere, in some small ass house, which is really no more than a big room with cots lined up on the wall. We will probably only be here for a day or two. We don’t even bother doing any form of unpacking anymore. We’ve bounced from town to town tracking some asshole that seems to one up us each and every time we get close.
“This fucking sucks,” Kid complains and falls back roughly on his bed.
I hear Kincaid chuckle at him. They’ve both been assholes since leaving New Mexico three weeks ago. The more time that passes that we don’t end this mission, the crankier they get.
“And this is why settling down and committing to one piece of pussy is never a good idea,” I say dismissively over Kid’s complaining.
I catch a glare from both of them. I raise my hands up in surrender but keep the wide smile on my face. “No offense to Emmalyn and Khloe, guys.” I angle my head over at Snatch, who’s resting like a baby, not a care in the world. “Look how content he is. He got laid a week ago when we had the hold over in Dubai. He’s feeling no pain.”
“How is that even fucking possible?” Kid snarls. “We were at the military airport for like two hours.”
“He made it happen,” I say with another quick grin.
“This isn’t even about that,”
Twenty minutes later I’m in a gown and lying flat on an examination table. Even though I know the exact date I got pregnant, they still require an ultrasound to determine gestational age.
“Ten weeks,” the tech says handing me a wipe for my stomach. “The nurse will be back in a minute to discuss the procedure with you.”
“Okay,” a female voice says from the doorway. She didn’t even bother knocking, and the look on her face says she’s completely over today. There is no sympathy in her eyes for my hard decision. I immediately wish the other nurse was in here with me.
“You’re ten weeks, so we can give you some medication and wait it out, but that takes a few hours sometimes.” She stops abruptly and looks at me for the first time. “Did you bring a friend with you?” I begin to shake my head, no, but she holds up a hand to keep me from responding. “Because if you did, there’s another procedure you can do and it will have you out of here in like thirty minutes. It requires mild sedation, so you’ll need someone to drive you home. You brought a friend right?”
Do I want to be here for hours? Of course I don’t, but I can sit in my car for a while until any side effects wear off. She gives me a hopeful look. “I brought a friend,” I lie. “She’s waiting outside for me.”
Eight hundred dollars and thirty minutes are all it takes to kill a baby? That knowledge disgusts me. The nurse is so used to terminating pregnancies, she practically just told me to lie so she can move onto the next poor woman who’s had to make this terrible decision.
I’m second guessing my decision of driving all the way to Colorado Springs. I wanted to give my parents the courtesy of keeping anyone they know from seeing me walk into the clinic. I should have used the one in Denver, more specifically the one only half a mile from our church.
My mother has asked me to do the unthinkable; something some people in her church would shun her for. I didn’t miss the fact that my mother preaches tolerance and acceptance when people make mistakes. Hell, I’ve even heard her tell others that abortion is an abomination, but the second she’s faced with an unplanned pregnancy, she demands it as the only option.
My thoughts are interrupted by a harsh knock on the door. The nurse walks in and is followed by a doctor who looks like he hasn’t slept or bathed in a week or more.
“Alright, Margie,” he says sitting down on the stool and pulling a small rolling table closer to the bottom of the examination table I’m sitting on.
Margie? Who the hell is Margie?
Chapter 4
We have been run ragged the last week and a half. We’re in the middle of nowhere, in some small ass house, which is really no more than a big room with cots lined up on the wall. We will probably only be here for a day or two. We don’t even bother doing any form of unpacking anymore. We’ve bounced from town to town tracking some asshole that seems to one up us each and every time we get close.
“This fucking sucks,” Kid complains and falls back roughly on his bed.
I hear Kincaid chuckle at him. They’ve both been assholes since leaving New Mexico three weeks ago. The more time that passes that we don’t end this mission, the crankier they get.
“And this is why settling down and committing to one piece of pussy is never a good idea,” I say dismissively over Kid’s complaining.
I catch a glare from both of them. I raise my hands up in surrender but keep the wide smile on my face. “No offense to Emmalyn and Khloe, guys.” I angle my head over at Snatch, who’s resting like a baby, not a care in the world. “Look how content he is. He got laid a week ago when we had the hold over in Dubai. He’s feeling no pain.”
“How is that even fucking possible?” Kid snarls. “We were at the military airport for like two hours.”
“He made it happen,” I say with another quick grin.
“This isn’t even about that,”
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