From Mountains to Lone Stars

We'd been here for three hours already. No one had called me back to do anything other than take my vitals. Nerves and annoyance were the only things running through my body. I kept sending glances over to my boss. He had to be pissed off that he was here with me. The man worked and went to school, and he needed to go to school. I kept wanting to tell him he didn't have to stay, but I didn't want to wait alone. I didn't want to be alone with the doctors. Every time I was at a hospital, they told me news I didn't want to hear.

"Maverick? Are you doing alright? You're really quiet," Matt said, gently touching my shoulder. It was like he thought I was fragile or something.

"Yeah, just nervous." I sent him a weak smile. I didn't want to get into it. Matt didn't need to know about my fear of hospitals. No one really needed to know about it. The truth was, my fear of hospitals had begun long ago.

I'd hated hospitals since I was eight. I hated them with every fiber in my being. There was nothing about them I liked. Their scent grated on my nostrils, their noise reminded me of death, and the reason they were vital reminded me that humans were not designed to last. I despised these places.

There were so many reasons to hate hospitals. I think it really began years ago when my dad was in one every month for a year. He'd had a heart attack in April of 2004 and was back like two months later to get his gall bladder out. Then in October, they had found colon cancer. A couple years later, the doctors had found out my dad had a blood disorder. Then he had a stroke and later diabetes. My dad was in and out of hospitals so frequently, they were a part of my life.

The other reason I hated hospitals so much is because I was in and out of emergency rooms. I had broken a lot of bones and had two surgeries. I really didn't want to be here longer than I needed to be, and I didn't want to burden Matt.

"Alexis Stewart?" A nursed asked. Finally, I was getting called back. "Your boyfriend can come with you."

Matt opened his mouth to say something, but I shook my head. I was too scared to do this alone. We followed the nurse and stopped long enough for me to pee in a cup. I knew they were going to repeatedly ask me if I was pregnant. I hated that question more than I hated hospitals. It was literally impossible for me to be preggers because I was a virgin.

What a virgin at 21? Yes, I'm not waiting for marriage, but I just need to be comfortable with the man, and I haven't found that yet. But I hated that everyone who came into my room asked that. Could they not check the damn chart?
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Another two hours had gone by. We were now at a grand total of five hours and well into the middle of the night. It was almost midnight actually, and all I wanted was to tell Matt to go home, but I was too fucking scared. What if there was something in me that required another surgery?

"Alexis Stewart? Hi, I'm the technician. I'm here to do your ultrasound," a plump woman said, "Are you pregnant?"

I frowned, now completely frustrated with this medical staff. "Unless God decided to make an atheist the next virgin Mary, I think I'm good."

Matt snorted, clearly holding back a laugh while the technician just gave me an uncomfortable look. She didn't say anything, but she did play the cold jelly onto my belly and start the process of looking at a grainy black and white photo.

She pressed into my stomach, making the pain in my ovary worse. A gasp came from her, and I sat up on the bed. If a technician gasped, it was never a good sign. "Excuse me."

I stared after her. Okay, that was not a good sign at all. Panic settled in my gut, and I looked at Matt. He came over and held my hand. He didn't say anything; I think he could tell I was in a full-blown panic. What did that mean?

The nurse came back with two doctors. She picked up the magical wand again and swooped it over my belly, by the ovary that was causing me so much pain. Both doctors leaned in and then looked at each other. All three of the medical personnel looked at me, and it was a look I recognized all too well. Something was seriously wrong.

"Miss Stewart, we need to do an emergency biopsy on your right ovary."

Notes

Oh boy... what's going on? And what is going on with Mav and Matt?

Read on to know more! Thoughts?