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“Why do you keep checking your phone?” Blake asked. “I’m googling how to escape overprotective men in moving vehicles. The results are concerning.”
“You need to stay home.” “Again, your opinion has been noted. Now if you could go before bugs invite their friends, I’d appreciate it.” His jaw set in that stubborn line I remembered all too well from residency. “I put a rush on your labs.” He stepped on the front porch. “Should have the results soon. When I call, you’d better answer. Because if you don’t, I’ll assume you’re unconscious and bring the entire ER to your doorstep.”
Tessa: You told me to confirm when I was all locked up and safe in my place for the night. Considered not doing it, just to prove you’re not the boss of me. But I figured I owe you for the whole saving-my-life situation. So, here I am, being a good little patient. Happy now, Dr. Control Freak? *eye roll emoji*
“Look.” He gestured to the bookshelf. “Had my assistant grab all the best-selling porn from the nearest bookstore.” “It’s not porn!”
“Really?” He moved to the bookshelf, plucking a novel from the highest shelf with those doctor fingers that I definitely wasn’t staring at. “Because this blurb implies the monster has two massive cocks.”
“Six minutes. That’s how long I was in his exam room. He spent the first minute telling me all my tests were normal, that he found no physical evidence of my symptoms. He spent the next five minutes telling me it was all in my head, that he thought I had psychological issues, in the most patronizing, condescending tone imaginable.” Blake’s jaw hardened, his eyes midnight dark. “What was his name?” “I’m not telling you this so you can avenge my honor.” I wiped a tear. “I’m telling you this because as a doctor, you need to hear what some patients go through before they land in your emergency
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patients are fighting a war with their bodies, with the medical system, with medical professionals who make them feel hopeless or like their concerns aren’t valid.” My voice dropped to barely above a whisper. “And when enough people don’t believe you, it starts to take its toll. There’s nothing more isolating than having the very people who’ve taken an oath to protect you be the ones who hurt you.”
“You start to wonder if maybe it is all in your head. And you go through your days, getting sicker and sicker, those words echoing in your mind: that you’re doing this to yourself.”