Agh! Okay finally got this up! I totally finished this way earlier but couldn't get onto a comp lol.
April's POV
Well, apparently Will did make that doctor's appointment, because now I'm getting dragged to it. I'm still completely afraid of doctors, though, so I really don't wanna be going…
"It's gonna be okay…" Will says.
"I don't wanna do this…" I reply quietly, looking at the floor.
He squeezes my shoulder. "I'll stay with you if you want me to, it's okay…"
"You don't have to stay with me…" I still don't wanna be too much trouble for him. He's gonna have to pay for the doctor appointment so I don't wanna have to make him stay with me…
"You sure sweetie?" Will asks, "You can go in by yourself if you want, but I will stay if you'll feel better."
"Please stay…" I say quietly, still staring at the floor.
Will squeezes my shoulder. "Alright, it's gonna be okay…"
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Doctor's POV
The next patient I have is a really small blonde, April. She comes in alone, and she looks absolutely terrified, more than most people ever are. That's never a good sign when they're alone and looking extremely scared…
"What am I gonna do…" she mutters quietly to herself while I'm setting up the ultrasound.
"What are you gonna do about what?" I ask her. She doesn't say anything. "It's okay, you can talk to me…"
"I don't know what I'm doing…" April says.
"We can get you someone to talk to, you don't have to do this alone…" I tell her.
"I don't wanna just talk to some person…" April says. I guess that's understandable. Most people would prefer to just talk to somebody they know than some therapist a doctor finds them.
"I know you may not wanna talk about it, but is the baby's father still around?" I ask. It could have to do with why she's her so alone…
A look of fear crosses her face, but she quickly changes it "No," she nearly whispers, looking at her feet.
I'm really beginning to think somebody did something to her. She's giving off the signs that some rape victims have. She's being very quiet, and she won't really look up. She came here alone, and she looked afraid when I asked about the father. She's also got a large, dark bruise on her cheek.
"Do you have anybody that you'd want to talk to?" I ask. I really hope she has someone to talk to, she seems like she has so much on her mind that she doesn't want to let out.
"I've been talking to Will a bit…" she says.
"That's good. Can you relax just a little so I can do your ultrasound?"
"Do I have to?" April whimpers, looking kind of afraid of the ultrasound.
"Yeah…" I tell her, "I just wanna make sure the baby's okay… it'll just take a few minutes, it's okay…"
She takes a few deep breaths, and that seems to relax her a bit more. She still seems really tense, but she's not as tense as she was earlier.
"That's better… if you close your eyes it'll help you relax a little more," I say, hoping to be able to get her to relax more. She really does look really tense…
April just closes her eyes as and I start doing the ultrasound, but she's fallen asleep. She must be tired if she fell asleep here. That wouldn't surprise me seeing how tense she is, and she doesn't look like she's had a good night's sleep in weeks.
"April…" I say when I finish.
"What…" she mutters as she begins to wake up.
"It's done, you dozed off a little…" I tell her. I still wonder how much sleep she's gotten, the more I look at her the more it seems like she hasn't had any good sleep for a long time.
"Oh, okay…"
"Everything's fine, and where it should be," I say.
"Okay…"
"Anything else you wanna talk about?" I ask, "If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. I'm here to help you"
"I still don't know what I'm doing…" April says. She sounds a little nervous telling me that.
"That's okay, I'm gonna help you through everything. Is there something that scares you the most?"
"I don't wanna mess anything up…" she says quietly.
She seems okay to me, I don't think she would mess up. From what I was told about her, she's done fine so far.
"You've got people here to support you," I say, "You don't have to go through this alone. I don't think you're gonna mess up… it's gonna be okay… we can get someone to help you…"
"Like who?" April asks, sounding skeptical. She sounds like she doesn't think someone will help her. I think this Will is helping her, but she seems to be alone most of the time.
"We can get you a therapist to talk to…" I suggest.
"I'm not talking to a therapist!" she practically yells.
"I really think it'll help…" I tell her. She really does seem like she's got a lot bottled up inside, and it's not good for her to keep everything in. She needs to talk to someone…
"I'm not gonna talk," April says.
"It seems like you've got a lot on your mind, I really think it would make things easier for you… just think about it, okay. I wanna make sure you get the help you need
"How much help do you think I need?" she yells. Okay, she's definitely not gonna talk to a therapist. I guess it wasn't such a good idea to suggest it, but I really do think she needs it.
"I really want you to keep coming to see me, and i think a therapist would help too… I wanna keep monitoring the baby," I say, "Everything's fine now, but it would be a good idea if I just kept watching things…"
"Fine…" she says, though it doesn't sound like she'd come back unless she was dragged in again.
"I want you to really think about the therapist, it could help a lot," I say. I really want her to open up to somebody. She has a lot on her mind, but she doesn't want to talk about it. She mostly, though, just needs SOMEBODY to talk to.
"I'll just keep talking to Will…" she says.
"Alright, I know you don't like to talk about it, but how's your bruise feeling?" I ask, "It looks like it's healing the way it should. Try to relax a little more okay, you'll feel better if you do."
"Okay…" she says, ignoring the question about the bruise. She's probably been lying to people about how she got it, but somebody obviously hit her. It's really easy to see just by how big it is and that it's on her cheek…
"I wanna see you again in about a month, okay…"
"Okay," she says, but I really do think she's going to have to be dragged in again.
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April's POV
"I don't wanna have to do that again…" I say as we're leaving the doctor.
"Why not?" Will asks. I don't answer. "It's okay, if you tell me I'll see what I can do to make it easier for you…"
"I don't wanna go back…" I say.
"It's better for the baby if you do…" Will squeezes my shoulder. "The doctor can really help you through this, she can help you decide what to do…"
"How?" I ask.
"she knows a lot more than you think she does. Maybe if you tried talking to her, she could help you understand what's gonna happen… don't be afraid to ask her questions, that's what she's there for, to help you…"
"I'm still scared…" I say quietly.
"That's okay. You can be scared, you have every right to be…" He starts to rub my back and I feel myself go just a little less tense. "I'm gonna help you through this. Try not to worry, okay…"
"I don't know what I'm gonna do…" I say.
"I know, you don't have to decide right now. But we can talk about it later if you want…"
"Okay…"
Will squeezes my shoulder. "It'a gonna be okay, I promise. Can I get you anything sweetie?"
"No…" Yes. I'm starving.
"You sure?" he asks.
"I don't wanna ask for anything…" I tell him. I'm already staying in his apartment, and he's making sure I keep using his bed, and he probably is gonna have to pay some fat doctor bill… I just wish I didn't get pregnant so he has to do all this…
"It's okay, you can…" Will says. "If you want something it's okay to ask me…"
"Okay…"
"Are you hungry?" he asks.
"Yeah…" I say. Again, I'm starving. My appetite really has kinda gone up…
"What do you wanna eat?" I don't say anything. "I'll get you what you want. It's okay…"
"I kinda wanted a salmon but I think they said I can't eat that…" I say. I wasn't really listening, but some people were saying that there's some stuff I can't eat because I'm pregnant, and I think they said something about fish… even though I really want one.
"Is there anything else you want?" I still won't answer. "It's okay, I'm gonna buy you lunch… how does Italian sound?" Will asks n
"Good," I say, but almost anything sounds pretty good, I'm that hungry… Italian is really good though, and I haven't gotten to have some in a really long time… well, not GOOD Italian.
"Alright… we can have that for lunch…"
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