The blonde beauty, who was his soon to be wife, used her thumbs to gently wipe away his tears and kiss his forehead,"You'll be fine, babe." She smiled softly at him, though it pained her to see him almost doubled over in agony in her lap while she stroked his bearded cheek and looked up helplessly toward the front desk. Where the nurses sat typing on their computers, doing nothing in her book as her partner was brought to tears from his pain. She wondered when a doctor would finally come by and give him some real medicine instead of the weak store bought stuff she had hurriedly gave to him. Which was clearly not helping him at all when he quivered in his own skin from pain, tears staining his cheeks.
Trisha did her best not to get too worked up, convincing herself that whatever was going on with her fiancee was something small, though from his pain she knew that wasn't true at all and finally after a painstaking half hour the doctor showed her face. The woman was almost the complete opposite of the patient's fiancee, she had dark almost coal black hair though pretty brown eyes beneath her glasses, "Hi, sorry for making you wait, it's a busy day today." She took her pen and started looking over a clipboard in her hand, reading about his stomach pain and vomiting,"Has anyone did an ultrasound yet?" She asked and came over, flipping through the papers in the file she hand on him, since he was a footballer the university clinic had almost everything on record for him.
Her heart thudded in her chest as she knew exactly who he was, she had been looking over his files even before he came in, it just seemed to be her very lucky day today. Though it would have been even luckier if the woman she was sure to be his fiancee wasn't here with them, then maybe she wouldn't have to tiptoe as much around him. But here they were, she did her best to ignore the tapping of Trisha's heels and remove a pair of gloves from her pocket to pull them on. The doctor in training meant to do a quick examination as to see if it was a quick fix, not wanting to admit him if she didn't need to.
Trisha did her best not to get too worked up, convincing herself that whatever was going on with her fiancee was something small, though from his pain she knew that wasn't true at all and finally after a painstaking half hour the doctor showed her face. The woman was almost the complete opposite of the patient's fiancee, she had dark almost coal black hair though pretty brown eyes beneath her glasses, "Hi, sorry for making you wait, it's a busy day today." She took her pen and started looking over a clipboard in her hand, reading about his stomach pain and vomiting,"Has anyone did an ultrasound yet?" She asked and came over, flipping through the papers in the file she hand on him, since he was a footballer the university clinic had almost everything on record for him.
Her heart thudded in her chest as she knew exactly who he was, she had been looking over his files even before he came in, it just seemed to be her very lucky day today. Though it would have been even luckier if the woman she was sure to be his fiancee wasn't here with them, then maybe she wouldn't have to tiptoe as much around him. But here they were, she did her best to ignore the tapping of Trisha's heels and remove a pair of gloves from her pocket to pull them on. The doctor in training meant to do a quick examination as to see if it was a quick fix, not wanting to admit him if she didn't need to.
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