Hello, you wonderful people of wattpadland! Here is the next installment of Daniel's Babe.
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Chapter 10
Jenn's POV
Being so tired all of the time has been working me down to being a mental and emotional mess. I can't even keep my thoughts straight. Going to the doctor with Natasha even scares me. I don't want to know what she has been going through; what I may have to go through soon. Swimming in my mind lately have been needles, tubes, and chemo. I see these women on television and on the internet looking so proud and strong fighting the disease. I am not those women I don't have their strength or their resilience.
Driving to the doctor's office I put on my brave face for Natasha. Taking a deep breath, I slammed the car door and made my way through the big concrete parking lot toward the daunting crystal clear full glass doors. As I approached the doors opened on their own as if mocking my fears. A nervous laugh left my lips and I wonder if I am in fact losing my mind; normal people don't have these thoughts about doors mocking their problems.
Walking across the white concrete tiles of the doctor's office, the smell of disinfectant was making my stomach roll with nausea. Finally, I made it to the elevators and pressed the button watching it light up. The bell chimed signaling the opening of the thick metal doors revealing a man with his arms wrapped lovingly around a woman whose stomach was rounded over with pregnancy. The couple exited and I walked into the small, confined area of the elevator. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes considering I would probably never know the joys of being pregnant with Marty's baby or being a mother. Sucking a deep breath in I focused on the task at hand; I have a job to do and I will not let Natasha down in her time of need.
The elevator chimed again noting my arrival at the doctor's office. As the doors opened, I saw my mother sitting in the waiting room. Looking around for Natasha I got an eerie feeling that she wasn't here at all. My mother's face lit up as I approached, but that quickly changed when she saw the look of angry fear that had taken over my face. What really pissed me off was that about that time, Marty came from the bathroom and saw me there. He rushed over to my side.
"Who wants to tell me why I am here but Natasha is not?" I said, putting my hands on my hips ready for war. Marty took my face in his hands.
"Sweetheart, we have all been so worried about you. Please just go for this checkup to relieve our fears. Please, I am begging you. Would you like for me to get on my hands and knees to beg?" he questioned. By the look on his face I had no doubt that he would embarrass me beyond belief if I tried to walk away. What would be worse, hearing my fears come to life or my darling husband embarrass the crap out of me.
"Ahh! Fine, but when this turns bad I blame both of you for not leaving me in peace," I said as I pouted and flopped into one of the uncomfortable waiting chairs pulling my phone out pretending to be busy. Marty sat on one side of me and mother on the other making me feel all the more a prisoner. It seemed like forever that we waited as I listened to the oversized wall clock "tick, tock, tick, tock". Just as I was about to leave the nurse came to the door and called my name out. Marty and mother stood with me. Quickly, I turned on them both.
"Over my dead body, you two will stay out here and wait and that is final!" I said in a hushed, angry tone.
After I was weighed, which told me I had lost nearly 15 pounds, I was taken to a small room with a bed that was cold, brown metal on the bottom and the top was cushioned with a fake green looking leather that had a piece of paper rolled across the middle, I am assuming for sanitation purposes. As I sat on that bed the paper continuously crinkled with every slight movement of my body. What was this little strip of paper supposed to do anyway? It came nowhere close to covering the bed only a small strip in the middle of it. Lost in my thoughts I nearly fell off the bed when the doctor finally came in and asked me tons of questions. He then led me to a small room called procedures. Here they began the torture that I knew was just the beginning of my nightmares to come; they took several tubes of my blood and had me pee in cup and put it through this little metal compartment in the wall. A nurse then showed me the way back to the exam room. The crackling of the paper on the table every move I made had my nerves frayed.
