Chapter Private Consultation Room
Private Consultation Room
The hallway hummed faintly with hospital equipment—sterile, indifferent.
A second doctor, stricter, more clinical, greeted me with a clipboard and the kind of professionalism that made me feel safe.
Or safer. “I need a full follow-up,” I said before she could begin her lecture.
“Blood work. Ultrasound. Hormone panels. I need to know if this is… real. And if it is—” My throat closed.
I forced the words out. “I need to know if I can carry to term.”
She nodded with a firmness that steadied me.
“With your history, we’ll monitor you closely,” she assured. “But early signs look good.”
Good.
A word that should have comforted me. Instead, it felt like a warning. She booked the first appointment for three days later. A private clinic, off-record, anonymous. “And one more thing,” I said quietly before I left. “Don’t link any of this to Alexander Hunt’s chart. Not yet.”
She didn’t ask why. She didn’t need to.