Page 91 of The Doctors Will See You Now

There was no fixing this situation without a shower and new clothes.

Panicked, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and texted the first person that came to mind.

Me: There’s been a murder. Help me. I need help.

Not even thirty seconds later, my phone chirped with a response.

Will: WHAT? WHERE ARE YOU?

I immediately realized my mistake.

Me: Calm down. Not a real murder. But I do need help. I’m in the bathroom.

Will: Are you sick?

Me: No… I’m…well…I just need help in the form of new clothes.

Ah, shit. I had forgotten all about little Mable sitting in the exam room.

Me: And you should probably have another nurse go in and check on Mable in room eight.

Will: Okay. I’ll be right there.

It only took fifteen rounds of pacing the bathroom before three soft knocks rapped against the door. “Mel, it’s me,” Will whispered.

I pressed my ear to the door. “Is anyone close by?”

“Nope.”

“Are you sure?”

He sighed. “I’m sure. Just open the door, baby.”

I pulled open the door enough to meet his eyes, and he searched my face with concern.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I just need those clothes,” I added and nodded toward the scrubs in his hands.

He didn’t hand them over, though. “Mel, you’re scaring me a little. Can I come in and make sure you’re all right?”

“I don’t think you want to do that.”

His expression turned serious. “Trust me. I do.”

Christ. Am I okay with him seeing me like this? I did another short circuit of his concerned blue eyes and realized that I was. Or, rather, I didn’t mind if he saw me like this. There was a really fucking short list of people whom I trusted this much, and he was the only name on it.

Still… “Remember that I warned you.”

“Just let me in.”

“Fine,” I huffed and slid the door open enough for him to sneak inside.

The second we were securely locked in the bathroom, he scanned the room with anxiety in his eyes until he spotted my pants. And instantly, the anxiety fled and surprise took its place, widening his eyes.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” I muttered. “Marlene convinced me to test the Goddess Cup today, and well, let’s just say, things didn’t go so well.”