When I got to the hospital, I was taken for a gynecological check–up while Damon waited outside.
I gave the doctor a brief rundown of my situation, followed by a series of tests. The results didn't seem optimistic The doc suggested I stay in the hospital for a bit, which seriously bummed me out. I felt like a deflated balloon.
"The man outside, is he your husband? Should we fill him in on your situation? You'll need someone to take care of you", the doctor asked.
"No, he's just a friend. If I need his help, I'll let him know Thanks." I replied wearily
After I was transferred to the ward, Damon came to my bedside and asked. "What's up? The doctor wouldn't tell me anything."
I requested the doctor to keep it confidential, so she wouldn't inform Damon Patient privacy was respected in such cases.
