Clentine:
I had been waiting for Yorick to co back with a test, but when he returned, he started making excuses.
I knew his mother was a well-known doctor, but there was still a chance that she could be wrong. I knew my body better than she did.
To be honest, I did not even know if she had checked , because by the ti I arrived, I had not seen her in the room.
Even when I was passed out, I could not be sure she ca in. She might have only seen being brought inside.
Once, I firmly told Yorick that I wanted a test, and he confidently told that I was not pregnant.
So I had to change my tone and be gentle with him. Yet he got up and told that I needed so dicine.
"It is a dicine for the weakness you have been feeling," he uttered, standing so close to the edge of the bed where I was sitting that I had to pull myself away just to stretch my neck back and look at his face.
"Yorick, I do not need dicine. I have had enough things injected into my body. All I need is rest and a pregnancy test," I demanded again, this ti choosing to be firm.
I did not like it when soone told I needed to do things differently. If I was asking for a basic necessity, I wanted it done.
"Co on, Clentine. It is for the weakness in your knees. Do you not want to be on your feet again? You are so stubborn, like a little child," Yorick remarked. His tone was harsh at first, then softened as he finished by calling a brat.
"Yorick, I am not putting anything into my body. That is my decision," I warned him, snapping at him at last.
I did not need to be gentle with him. If he thought I was rude, he could kick out of his house. I could crawl my way sowhere else.
He stepped away from and placed his hands on his waist before running them through his hair.
"How are you feeling now?" he asked, facing again, his hands still on his waist.
There was tension on his face that felt strange to . I felt weak and numb in most parts of my body, but seeing how focused he was on giving dicine, I decided to lie.
"Actually, I am feeling pretty fine now," I replied, watching him tilt his head and squeeze one eye shut.
"Really? Can you get up?" he asked, stepping back to give space.
I kept watching his face in disbelief. Either he truly cared for , or he was trying to control .
I pulled the blanket off and put my feet down. Then, holding the edge of the mattress, I pushed myself up.
However, the mont I did, my feet crumbled, as if there had been no life in them for years. He was quick to hold and keep from falling, then carefully lowered back down.
"See? Just take this dicine, and then I will bring you the test. I promise you," he told .
I was anxious too. Feeling that numb in my body was not a good sign. I had not told him, but a few fingers on my left hand had gone numb as well. It felt as if, if nothing was done, my body would beco paralyzed.
I did not respond and let him pull out an injection. But the mont my eyes landed on the liquid inside, sothing began to rise in .
"What is this dicine?" I asked, noticing its color. It had a strange, dark pink shade.
"It is an energy capsule. When your body starts going numb, this dicine helps the veins circulate blood properly and gives the body a boost. In your case, if you are pregnant, it will help keep the baby secure," he explained, smiling as he squatted in front of and held out his hand for my arm.
"What is the dicine’s na?" I asked. I noticed the way he slowly closed his fist before standing again. There was frustration in his posture.
"Clentine, I do not know. I am not a doctor. I just know this is the right dicine," he replied, showing the needle.
"Well, if you are not a doctor, then how can you be so certain this is the right injection?" I challenged him, my fingers curling into the bedsheet.
"Clentine, do you even know what you are saying?" he asked. "You are making it seem like my mother would give you sothing harmful."
This ti, his tone was different. He sounded offended.
"Why are you responding so aggressively to ?" I snapped at him.
He looked at and then shrugged, almost as if asking when he had done that.
"I guess any patient has the right to deny dicine, especially when they do not even know if there is anything wrong with their body. And before you tell that your mother knows best, let tell you that I know my body too," I snapped angrily.
I kept talking until my mouth felt dry.
He raised his hand, signaling for to calm down.
"Yeah, I know you know your body well, and that is why I am asking you to take this dicine, because you know very well that you cannot even move properly anymore," he uttered softly, then grunted, reminding of my lie.
He was not lying. It was the truth. I could not move anymore. But sothing about the dicine was making panic.
"Co on, Clentine, you know I only an well for you. So please, let us take this dicine, so that I can go and get you a test, okay?" he urged, his tone turning gentle as he approached again.
I gulped as I watched him raise the needle, ready to inject it into .
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