Adelina’s heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?”
Doing things by the book meant checking every single box, running every test, then messing with the results at the end. But Lance was only having Harrell handle the paperwork and sending her to someone else for the actual exams? That didn’t make sense.
“It means exactly what it sounds like. I have another patient. Gotta go.” Harrell’s voice was blunt, and then the line went dead.
Adelina felt a wave of panic rush through her. Deep down, she knew Lance was up to something. A shiver crawled down her spine, leaving her colder than a winter night.
“Harrell, did you tell Lance anything?” she demanded.
There was a pause, a few seconds of quiet, then the call cut off. She couldn’t tell if Harrell hadn’t heard her or just decided not to answer.
“Take me to the hospital,” Adelina ordered her driver.
The car spun around and sped straight to The Cabinda Hospital.
***
After her appointment, Lorinda found Harrell with her test results in hand.
“You’re recovering well,” he said, barely glancing at the papers before handing them back. “Next time, just wear a mask and go through the regular process. Don’t take up an emergency slot just to cut in line.”
Lorinda could feel how little he thought of her. This was only their second real interaction, and it was already off to a terrible start. She hadn’t expected him to be so rigid.
“Harrell, could you check my c-section scar? It always gets itchy when it rains, and there’s a mark left. Could you prescribe something to help with the scar?”
She’d never been with a man, so Jasper, her son, had been conceived through IVF.
Harrell frowned. “That’s normal. You don’t need me to check it. I’ll give you a cream for the itch and the scar. Use it twice a day, you’ll feel better.”
“Where should I put it? On the scar? It’s kind of hard to reach by myself.” Lorinda watched him type up the prescription even faster, afraid he’d send her out before she could say more.
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