She sat in the waiting room, nervously thumbing through a magazine. How were people supposed to be expected to concentrate on a bloody magazine when they felt like death warmed over? Frasier offered to stay with her during the appointment (a very sweet gesture on his part) but she sent him away. There was no sense in him missing work.
After what felt like an eternity, her name was finally called and she followed the medical assistant into the exam room. She described her symptoms and the assistant jotted down the information and then took her vitals.
"All right, the doctor will be in to see you shortly." Her perky smile and even sunnier demeanor made Daphne want to slap her, but she was just too weak. And so she plastered on a smile.
"Thank you."
It was another very long wait before the doctor finally appeared and by that time Daphne was completely on edge. "What took you so bloody long?" She snapped when he'd introduced himself. "Can't you see how terrible I feel?"
"I'm sorry, Miss Moon." He said with what sounded like false sympathy. "I do have other patients."
"Oh, you sound like my boss." Daphne grumbled. "He's a doctor too and he's always going on and on about his bloody patients and…" She continued to talk, barely aware that the doctor was paying her no mind. He examined her thoroughly but then he looked at her with a strange expression. "Miss Moon, when was the last time you had intercourse?"
Her mouth fell open. "I beg your pardon?"
"Well the symptoms you're having are fairly common with your condition."
"What condition is that? Is there something wrong with me? Oh God, you can't possibly think-."
"A few tests will tell us for sure in about two hours."
"Two hours? But-."
"Just relax, Miss Moon, I'm sure it's nothing to be worried about. Just a precaution."
Daphne wanted to strangle the man. Relax? How could she possibly relax? But she finally agreed and reluctantly returned to the waiting room. There wasn't time to go home and then return so she might as well wait it out.
"Okay, so take this to the lab for the tests and once they're done we'll have someone get you so we can discuss the results."
"All right."
She took the piece of yellow paper and left the exam room, making a beeline for the lab. Fortunately she was seen rather quickly and was free to return to the waiting room, where all she could do was think about the horrible possibility that the results would be disastrous.