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“Jack, I haven’t heard the patient mentioned but maybe three times here. I’ve seen numbers and estimations for the trial the entire time we’ve been here. I haven’t seen the patient’s medical history, family history, allergies, weight, height, current medications, nothing.”
“We haven’t gotten a chance to share that information.”
“Then I can’t give an informed decision. So, as of now, I’m voting no. When you can give me some concrete evidence that this is the best course of action, it might change. But as of now, as this hour-long meeting with hardly any mention of the patient ends, I’m standing on that no. If you need me, feel free to reach out and schedule another meeting with my receptionist. Until then, I have business to tend to. Have a good day, everyone.”
I signed out of the meeting by shutting down my computer completely. My focus was far from intact. Seven days had passed and there was still no word from Nature. I picked up my cell, checking for notifications attached to the lone rose that replaced her name in my contact list. There were none, as expected.
“Cut me some fucking slack, Nay. Shit,” I hissed, tapping the screen until her phone began to ring. I was sent to voicemail almost instantly.
I checked the day’s schedule from my iPad, realizing it was much tighter than I’d imagined and a break in between meetings to pull up on her was impossible. Too many days had passed since I’d heard Nature’s voice. Too many days had passed without making amends.
Desperate times cause for desperate measures. I remixed the phrase as I dialed the number from the listing I’d just pulled up. The phone rang three times before there was an answer.
“Womb Health, this is Jasmine speaking. How can I help you?”
“Yes. Dr. Dupree, please.”
“One second. Please hold.”
My thumb pressure my other fingers one at a time until they cracked. By the time I popped my neck on both sides, the music halted and her silky voice was on the other end of the line.
“Dr. Dupree. How can I help you?”
I paused, allowing the softness of her voice to calm my raging heart.
“Hello? Dr. Dupr—”
“I miss you,” I confessed, sitting back in my seat while massaging my temple.
“Seriously, Milo?” she whispered.
“You left me no choice.”
She didn’t utter a word in response.
“Nature?”
“I’m here.”
“I miss you.”
“I heard you the first time, Milo.”
“I’m coming to get you this evening, when you’re done at the office.”
“Not tonight, Milo.”
“Why not?”
Flustered, I questioned the reasoning behind her decline.
“Because I have three mothers in labor right now and they’ll all be pushing tonight.”
“Tomorrow night, then,” I settled.
“Not then, either.”
“Why?”
