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CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Investigation

"Hello, Ma'am, can I help you?" The receptionist of the clinic asked.

"Hi, I was here earlier with my husband and my daughter getting tested for AIDS and…" Raven began.

"We're here because somebody screwed up somewhere!" Nebula said bluntly.

"Nebula!" Starfire said quickly. "We are here to merely to investigate the situation; not for you to speak meanly to the attendants."

"What?" Nebula asked. "We're not going to get anywhere if Rae's going to be nice about it. The whole situation sucks."

"As I was saying," Raven began, slightly annoyed, "my husband and my daughter have gotten tested for AIDS, but when we got the test results back the nurse told me that they never had AIDS to begin with and I must have gotten it from someone else, but I was never with anyone else."

"In other words: you all need a crash course in organization or medical testing because this is ridiculous. You got the family all shook up and you all are the one's that are a mess. I'm glad I don't get my OBGYN done here."

"Nebula…" Raven said irritably.

"Allow me to pull your files ma'am so I can see who did your test," the receptionist said nervously. She then typed quickly on her desktop computer. "Name, please."

"Raven Roth-Greyson," Raven replied.

After a few moments, Raven's file pulled up. "Hm…"

The trio looked at her waiting for her to explain herself.

"Well that doesn't surprise me at all," she continued.

"What does not surprise you at all?" Starfire asked.

"I'm sorry, that is very personal information. I'm not allowed to give that information out," the receptionist explained.

Nebula narrowed her eyes. "Lady, I am three and a half months pregnant," she began, "My powers are on the fritz, my emotions are wonky, and my friend is clueless to whether or not she is dying; you're gonna tell us something."

"That's private information."

"You're going to be private information after you mysteriously disappear; keep playing with me," Nebula threatened.

"Nebula, you promised to be nice," Starfire reminded her discreetly.

"Star, SHHH!!!" Nebula shushed quickly.

"The woman who proctored Mrs. Greyson's test had her employment terminated a little over a month ago," The receptionist said quickly.

"Why?" Nebula asked.

"That's priv—"

"Girl, don't say private," Nebula warned quickly. "Tell me something."

"She was psychotic to say; for a lack of a better word."

"What's her name?" Raven asked.

"I can't say that…"

Nebula balled her fist in her face.

"Terri Sharpe!" She yelped fearfully.

Nebula's eyes shot up. "Excuse me?"

"Terri Sharpe. She was a very established doctor until about a year ago, then her work here at the office began to slack and psychosis became a factor."

"Terri Sharpe?" Nebula asked. "Terri Sharpe?"

"You know her, Nebula?" Raven asked.

"Not personally, Rae," Nebula replied, "but I know someone who does."

"Huh?" Raven asked dully.

"Receptionist Lady," Nebula started again.

"Yes?"

"Schedule Rae for a retest of AIDS."

"Yes ma'am."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm willing to bet money that this is a setup. Talk to your husband."

"Why would he know…?"

"Trust me; he'll know."

"Are you sure?" Starfire asked.

"Do I look like a woman who isn't sure?" Nebula shot back. "I know what I'm talking about." She began to walk off. "I don't know what's more aggravating: my husband who's become Mr. Mom or my birdy best friend with the husband with a peanut for a brain."