27 April 2012
I gently knock on the door then enter with a beaming smile. I can see she is nervous, most patients are when we are holding test results. I flash a smile again tell her to relax, that she in fact did not contracted a std or rare bug. I hold up the charts smiling as I inform her that she is actually pregnant. But her reaction is all wrong, I don't understand when she starts hyperventilating. I reach my hand out to soothe her and she slaps it away cringing. Thats when I notice the yellow marks of old bruises on the inside of her knees and thighs. I step back, shocked as I notice more old bruises on her arms and under her makeup and then it clicks. This baby was forced upon her.
The Patient • Opuss № I