Through the point of view of Beatrix
I stare down at my shoes as my phone buzzes nonstop with messages and people tagging me.
A sad part of me wants to take a look, hopeful it'll be someone to comfort me or tell me they've been through the same. Though I know that's me being an idiot and nothing more..
In the end I grab my phone, turning off the ringer and slamming my phone down on the ugly blue plastic chair next to me.
There's two soft knocks at the door and I sit up straight, my heart dropping dead into my chest. I know I have to say something, but the words are caught in my throat.
If I invite them in then it's real .. then I will know for sure..
But I don't want to know. I want to leave.
I want there to be a random sinkhole forming under this stupid hospital and that being how I make my exit for the world.
"I'm going to come in Beatrix, is that okay?" I breathe in slowly, trying my best not to have a panic attack in this office .. and also muster the word yes.
A jumbled, "Yeah" is all that comes out and unfortunately, it's acceptable enough so the door swings open slowly.
There's a woman standing in front of me, though her face is covered up with a surgical mask of some sort. She pulls it down, while taking her gloves off and plops down on a the plastic chair.
I'm not sure why though, the spiny black chair had been in the small room and unoccupied at that.
"Do you know my name?" She asks me.
There's a small silence between the two of us as my eyes drift to her name tag shamelessly.
"Dr. Weaver" It reads.
I still shake my head though.
"That's okay. My name is Dr. Weaver, and I'm your gynecologist." I stay quiet and the doctor, or rather my gynecologist speaks again.
"I know you must be anxious about your test results, so I will disclose them now. We took a sample of your urine, and .." A part of me is hopeful, slightly happy even that this could all be just one big mistake.
That I could walk out of this place with my head held high, knowing that I had simply dodged a bullet and not made a mistake I couldn't solve.
"And they were indicative of you having Chlamydia."
My heart sinks, and I have to look away to prevent myself from breaking down in this office. Dr. Weaver lets out a small sigh and I feel my eyes burn with oncoming tears.
"Beatrix, can you look at me?" She says softly, and I wipe my eyes quickly and as subtly as possible before I look over at her.
I had cried enough over the last two weeks.
"This is not the end of the world sweetheart, there are antibiotics we can prescribe you to rid you of this infection .. because it is not permanent." Dr. Weaver offers me a small smile and reaches over to hand me a box of tissues.
I take one silently and dab at the corners of my eyes, sniffling softly while the doctor watches with kind eyes and an understanding smile.
It's a small comfort, and feels nice compared to the sneers, laughs and comments I'd have gotten lately.
"Do you mind telling me how this came to be? Did you get this from your boyfriend or .. girlfriend?" I shake my head and crumple the tissue up in my hand.
"Are you sure you want me to trauma dump? It's a lot, Dr. Weaver." I joke and rouse a small chuckle out of her as well.
"Call me Yolanda, please. And I am ready for your .. what did you call it? Trauma dump?" She laughs at my use of words and I can't help but let out a small laugh as well.
I finally relax in the plastic chair and can't help but feel relief to be able to talk about this to someone else other than my therapist or my family.
"So basically.."
I tell her. Everything.
And by the time I'm done her mouth is open in shock and I feel a tremendous weight lifted off of my shoulders.
"You did the right thing, Beatrix. That guy sounds like a total jerk." She stands up and finally sits down in the spiny black chair and I nod in agreement.
"Do you .. do you think I should tell him .. that he has it?" The question has Yolanda turning in her seat and she pauses for a second.
"Do you want that man in your life again? I mean, do you want a relationship with him ..?" She asks me and I shake my head quickly.
"Then .. and I'm not allowed to say this, but .." She pauses and looks around almost as if she's afraid of being overhead.
"Fuck 'em" She says, making me actually laugh.
It takes a bit of time for us to calm down and I can't help but smile in appreciation of this doctor.
"Now, I'm sending the medication to the pharmacy your mother provided and you'll be able to pick it up on the way home." She types a couple things on a computer and I watch silently, hope brewing up inside of me.
"And we're done!" She announces, standing up. I'm surprised but stand up as well, and Dr. Weaver opens the door for me.
"Once you've finished all of your antibiotics, call me and I'll schedule a meeting for me to get an update on your health-" She's not able to finish, or rather I don't allow her to before enveloping the older woman into a hug.
"Thank you .. thank you so much." I voice my appreciation quietly, but loud enough for just her ears to receive.