AN: This chapter I've written can be considered graphic/visceral - but it is absolutelynot intended as smut. If gynecology makes you squeamish, I apologize ahead of time.
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Dr. Lang studied the papers longer than I would expect. Throughout it, her expression gave nothing away.
"I'd like to do an examination before we talk more, if that's alright with you?"
She gestured toward the table I'd yet to sit on. I nodded, though my hands clenched the paper gown at my sides a little.
"Would you like for me to explain the entire process so you feel more comfortable?"
"No, I've read about it already…"
"Very well. Just lie back and place your feet in the stirrups, please."
The woman instructed while pulling on gloves. Paper sound crinkles more as I align myself on the vinyl table.
She helps me into the paired ankle-rests as I lay back. Feeling like my legs have been caught in some sort of trap as she adjusts them.
