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Post by CAMP MEDIC on Aug 11, 2012 1:04:47 GMT -5
Doctor Stiles was setting up all of his medical instruments, lining them one by one on the sterilized tray. Some of them were in their wrapping, such as the needles and syringes. He didn't like being here. Not because he thought this was wrong but because he hated the location. Why couldn't they have transported them to him in New York City instead of shipping him all the way across the country to a city that was much smaller and far too quiet for him. He couldn't sleep in his hotel room because there wasn't any noise. No honking taxis or bright flashing lights outside of his hotel window. So naturally he was in a sour mood already as he waited for the guard to bring in his next patient.
He opened up the file to the brief amount of information that they had on the patient. Melanie Garcia. She was one of the winged bunch. He'd decided to work with the winged people instead of the ones who turned into animals since they appeared to be a docile breed. He didn't put up with disobedience and he had a feeling that working with the shifters would be difficult because they looked like they would act just like animals.
When the door opened he saw the guard entering with his patient. "Have a seat," he instructed and looked back down at the chart in his hands, scribbling a few notes inside. He was going to be running a lot of tests on this patient in order to see just how similar they were to birds, if they were at all apart from those wings that stuck out of their backs. It was blashphemous in his opinion. "Melanie Garcia." He said the name and looked over to her for confirmation before he moved to a cupboard and pulled out a hospital gown, tossing it towards the examining table. "Please change out of your jumpsuit and put that on." It was clear he wasn't very personable and he wasn't going to even try to be her friend.
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Post by MELANIE WHITFIELD on Aug 11, 2012 3:19:58 GMT -5
Melanie was confused when they called her into the infirmary that morning. Was it just a physical they had to do periodically? It would make sense that they kept up on inmates’ health. Then if any diseases broke out, they might be able to keep them from really spreading very far. She went without much of a fuss, though her brother was definitely going to be on edge when she didn’t show up for breakfast this morning. He was going to worry about her a lot, but she would be back by dinner, she was sure. Probably by yard time if it was just a physical. They were probably doing this for everybody and her fears were unfounded…at least she hoped so. She couldn’t help but feel uneasy, though. The guards always made her feel uneasy, but now they weren’t just watching a lot of Avisailles at one time; they were just watching her. It was nerve-wracking.
When she was escorted into the room, she found a doctor there who obviously had no interest in being friendly. He didn’t even smile at her when she came in. “Have a seat.” She did so without a peep, holding her hands in front of her anxiously. When she sat, she was on the very edge of her seat, her back very straight. “Melanie Garcia.” She nodded when his hard eyes came up to her, feeling her stomach clench nervously. Or was that hunger? She didn’t even know, she just knew she didn’t like it. He moved to a cupboard and pulled out a gown, tossing it on the bed carelessly. It made her brow wrinkle with concern. “Please change out of your jumpsuit and put that on.” She expected him to move from the room, give her some privacy, but he did no such thing. It was obvious he wasn’t going anywhere and she felt her cheeks go hot.
Moving hesitantly from the chair, she moved to the bed and glanced back wearily at the doctor. She unfastened the buttons on the front of the jumpsuit and was careful removing it from her wings, slipping it down to the floor and stepping out of it and her boots gingerly. The gown opened in the back, and she was grateful she had underwear on beneath it. Much less awkward that way. She left her boots off after she tied up her gown and folded her jumpsuit hastily so she wouldn’t irritate the doctor much more. When she was finished she stood beside the bed and held her hands in front of her uncertainly. “So…what would you like me to do?” she inquired in her soft, whispery voice. It was so quiet in the place, she felt she should speaker even more softly than normal. Maybe the doctor would tell her what was going on now.
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Post by CAMP MEDIC on Aug 13, 2012 16:15:28 GMT -5
The doctor didn’t look up from the chart even once while Melanie was changing. It wasn’t that she was ugly, she looked like a very young and pretty woman but those wings on her back was a buzz kill for him. That and she was stuck in this place. Not that it would have stopped him before. He’d treated prisoners before and some of those women were gorgeous. Not most but some of them were. He waited until she was done and noticed out of the corner of his eye that she had stopped moving around which was evidence enough for him to look up to see her standing there with her hands folded in front of her, waiting patiently in the gown for what he had planned for her. ”So...what would you like me to do?”
She was so soft spoken that he almost didn’t hear her. He checked over her chart once more, turning his attention to her and letting his eyes wander from head to toe before he scribbled some notes into the chart. “Today we’re going to take a couple of blood samples, tissue samples, and a physical including a pap smear and we’ll test your HSG levels along with an x-ray of your reproductive organs.” They needed to know if the female reproductive organs were in fact human or if they were similar to the aviary species. The biggest question he’d heard other doctors ask was whether they were closer to humans or birds. Then there were the few religious doctors who chose to believe they were angels and that they should be left alone. Those doctors didn’t stick long. He didn’t know what happened to them but one day they stopped showing up.
“Come,” he gestured with his index finger for her to follow him. The bed that she’d been sitting on was one of two in the room. The other one had been behind a curtain and was the sort you’d find in a gynecologist’s office. It was an examining bed with two stirrups at the end of it for feet. “For now you can keep your underwear on and just take a seat up there.” He motioned for her to sit on the bed and moved one of the stirrups to the side so that she wouldn’t knock into it. A nurse came into the room and glanced at the doctor and the girl briefly before heading over to the far counter where there was a sink and began scrubbing her hands. Stiles believed that something so easy as taking blood was the job of a nurse and he’d requested one of the nurses help him. He couldn’t be bothered with trying to find a vein and doing it himself.
When Melanie was up on the table he grabbed her right wrist and turned it so that the inside of her arm was facing up. The nurse came over after putting a pair of gloves on and tied the elastic tourniquet above her elbow, informing her to make a tight fist while she rubbed the crook of Melanie’s arm trying to find a vein. The doctor began to grow impatient though as the nurse took her time and stuck Melanie several times before actually getting it into the vein. He tapped his foot and watched with his lips in a thin line, his impatience obviously while she took vial after vial of blood. “Have you eaten today?” Stiles glanced down at the file and noticed that there were no notes about whether or not she had been told not to eat that day or not. In order to get an accurate result she would have needed to be fasting and he turned to the nurse. “Did you instruct her to fast today like I said?” ”...no. There was nothing written in her chart.” The nurse looked at him and shook her head, watching as the doctor’s face started to turn red. “Stop taking blood.” He ordered and shook his head, exasperated and scribbling in the chart once more. They gave him an inadequate nurse. They could still run tests, it just limited the amount of tests they would be able to run and they didn’t need that much blood for the tests they could run and get an accurate result on.
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Post by MELANIE WHITFIELD on Aug 13, 2012 22:58:17 GMT -5
Melanie didn’t like the way the doctor was looking at her and she squirmed a little under his gaze. She felt like an animal in the zoo. “Today we’re going to take a couple of blood samples, tissue samples, and a physical including a pap smear and we’ll test your HSG levels along with an x-ray of your reproductive organs.” Her face was a bright shade of pink. She didn’t want this doctor near her reproductive system or any of her private places. But she couldn’t just tell him no; this was for the best for her…it had to be…right? “Come.” He gestured with his finger for her to follow and she gulped, feeling like she was in a horror movie and being beckoned to follow someone to her death. It was not a comforting thought. When they walked into the adjoining room, she got even more uncomfortable and felt her stomach clenching. Why did gynecologist’s chairs have to look so scary? She had always seen female doctors about that area, never a man, and there was a good reason why. It was so strange to have a man inspecting her there. Sex was one thing, but a man just looking at it and inspecting it made her so self-conscious.
“For now you can keep your underwear on and just take a seat up there.” With extreme hesitation, Melanie did so and crossed her legs at the ankles. A nurse came in and caught Melanie’s eye. Even she looked afraid of the doctor, which didn’t make Melanie feel any better about him. She seemed nice, but she didn’t say anything to prove it. Instead, she tied the plastic tourniquet around Melanie’s upper arm to try and make the veins bulge, but she had stubborn veins. It took a long time for the nurse to find it and then it took several attempts for her to actually hit the vein. Melanie almost grabbed the needle from the woman to do it herself, preferring that to having a collapsed vein or a massive bruise on her arm. The doctor was growing impatient too, but the nurse finally got it and began to take several vials of blood. Man, she was going to pass out if they took much more. “Have you eaten today?” Melanie was about to answer, but he turned to the nurse and began to regale the poor woman with criticism. “Did you instruct her to fast today like I said?” “…no. There was nothing written in her chart.” The doctor looked absolutely frustrated and his face was actually turning colors. “Stop taking blood.” He was shaking his head and Melanie looked to the nurse with a knitted brow. But she hadn’t eaten!
“I didn’t eat anything this morning, doctor. I’ve been fasting, I promise. They came and got me while I was leaving the barracks to go to breakfast. I haven’t even had water this morning. I figured I was getting blood work done anyway and I’m a nurse, so I know the procedure.” When she looked at the nurse, the woman looked almost relieved and Melanie could have sworn she smiled a little. Good; now they could cheer up. “Did you need more blood?” Melanie hoped it wouldn’t be too much, otherwise she would pass out.
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Post by CAMP MEDIC on Aug 13, 2012 23:43:50 GMT -5
"I didn't eat anything this morning, doctor. I've been fasting, I promise. They came and got me while I was leaving the barracks to go to breakfast. I haven't even had water this morning. I figured I was getting blood work done anyway and I'm a nurse, so I know the procedure." It spoke to him and he stared at the winged woman for a long pause before turning back to the nurse. "That's plenty of blood." Obviously another nurse had gone down there to let her know not to eat and forgot to write it in her chart. He reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose while letting out a long sigh, waiting for the nurse to tape a piece of cotton to Melanie's arm before moving to label the vials and place them in their proper setting to be transported to the lab. He hated inefficiency but there was nothing he could do about it now. It was done and it was time to move on.
"Miss Garcia are you now or have you ever been pregnant?" Stiles asked the woman while the nurse moved around reaching for a large cotton swab. "Open your mouth for me please?" The nurse asked in a soft, polite voice and when Melanie obliged she stuck the soft cotton into her mouth and swabbed at the inside of her cheek a few times before pulling it back out and packaging it up, labelling it and moving it to store with the blood. The doctor waited for the nurse to get out of the way before he continued. "Any blood disease run in your family? What is your medical history that you recall?" He looked almost bored going through the questions. They were your usual medical questions that had to be asked. He didn't want to administer a drug that she was allergic to. "Are you allergic to any kind of medication? Any other allergies I should be aware of? Have you ever had penicillin?" He scribbled down everything that she said in her chart, filling up the pages that were bare just a few minutes ago. The more information they obtained the better.
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Post by MELANIE WHITFIELD on Aug 14, 2012 22:57:16 GMT -5
Melanie flinched when the doctor looked at her, and her brows furrowed with worry and indignation. Did he have to look at her like that? Had she offended him? What had she ever done to him? She was the one about to be poked and prodded. “That’s plenty of blood.” Melanie frowned at him before looking back to the nurse as she pulled the needle from her arm. She watched her grab a piece of cotton and gave a smile to the woman to show she wasn’t upset with her. But when she looked to the doctor who was sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose, she felt like scowling at him. There was no need to be so mean. Finally he got back to doing his job instead of being a jerk. “Miss Garcia, are you now or have you ever been pregnant?” She considered the question. She supposed it was possible; Kevin hadn’t worn a condom that last time or pulled out, but she didn’t think it was likely. Melanie shook her head lightly. “No,” she said softly.
The nurse moved back to her with a cotton swab. “Open your mouth for me please?” Melanie did as she was asked and the nurse took a good swab of her cheek before moving out of the way. It was better that she stay out of the line of this doctor’s fire, though Melanie gave her another smile for being so nice. Being here reminded Melanie how much she missed work. All those kids… “Any blood disease run in your family? What is your medical history that you recall?” She was brought back to attention and considered it. “Anemia tends to run in the women of my family, but it’s very mild. I had my tonsils removed when I was ten and my appendix when I was fifteen. I contracted malaria in South America when I was in my late twenties, which I had two recurrences of while living there and then one more recurrence in Africa. Chloroquine solved the problem and I’ve had no recurrence since returning to the States. I am up-to-date on all of my vaccinations.” As a nurse, she knew what the doctors were looking for in her medical history, and she had no problem reciting it to this doctor. Her voice remained soft and even, and the recitation calmed her nerves somewhat.
“Are you allergic to any kind of medication? Any other allergies I should be aware of? Have you ever had penicillin?” Melanie shook her head. “The only thing I’m allergic to is bees. And yes, I’ve had penicillin. No adverse effects.” She waited patiently to see if he had any other questions, her hands resting in her lap as she tried to calm her nerves. She hoped her tests wouldn’t be painful…
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Post by CAMP MEDIC on Aug 20, 2012 1:00:57 GMT -5
"Anemia tends to run in the women of my family, but it's very mild. I had my tonsils removed when I was ten and my appendix when I was fifteen. I contracted malaria in South America when I was in my late twenties, which I had two recurrences of while living there and then one more recurrence in Africa. Chloroquine solved the problem and I've had no recurrence since returning to the States. I am up-to-date on all of my vaccinations."
Doctor Stiles scratched down everything that she said in her chart, realizing it sounded very much rehearsed but all the same very accurate. It didn't sound like some story she created and he trusted that she was telling him the truth. "The only thing I'm allergic to is bees. And yes, I've had penicillin. No adverse effects." It was good to know that she wasn't allergic to any sort of medication. He wouldn't be using penicillin tonight but it was still good information to have in her chart for future purposes. The nurse was still labelling and organizing the DNA samples, getting ready to package and transport them with the next batch to the lab. They were taking six more blood samples from the winged beings.
"Right." He said and then glanced up from the chart to look at the woman briefly before he shut the file and turned his back. "Please remove your underwear and lie down with your heels in the stirrups."
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Post by MELANIE WHITFIELD on Aug 23, 2012 18:10:15 GMT -5
Melanie observed the doctor as he wrote down everything she said. He hardly looked at her or regarded her at all. No bedside manner. One thing she had always been good at was bedside manner. But maybe he didn’t really regard her as human so she didn’t deserve bedside manner. She loathed the idea of someone not liking her for not being human. The only thing that made her different from a human was the wings sprouting from her back. That was all. She still had feelings and needs just like a human. Right now she needed some comfort. She was scared and she felt so alone in that isolated room with no one but this cold doctor and the nurse who was afraid of him. She wished Kevin was there; even just looking at him, seeing him in front of her would bring her comfort. He made her feel safe…how much she missed him.
“Right.” The doctor’s hard voice snapped her out of her thoughts. He shut her file and turned away under her anxious gaze. “Please remove your underwear and lie down with your heels in the stirrups.” She gulped hard and then nodded, glancing to the nurse. It was just a routine gynecological exam; nothing to be afraid of…at least, that’s what she had to tell herself. She wiggled out of her camp-issued granny panties and slid them down her legs before folding them neatly and placing them in her lap. She certainly wasn’t going to put them on the floor…With a sigh, she scooted forward some on the table and laid back, resting her panties on her stomach now.
She lifted her feet and placed her heels in the stirrups, as instructed, feeling the chilly air go right up her hospital gown. Melanie had always hated going to the gynecologist. Spreading her legs for a complete stranger never sat well with her, especially when that stranger was a man. A mean man at that…She closed her eyes and tried to still the butterflies in her stomach. He wasn’t going to hurt her, she had to remember that. She thought of what Kevin did when he was nervous. He always cleared his throat and the memory relaxed her some. He would also swallow hard or blush…she was blushing now too in her embarrassment. Picturing Kevin doing so made her smile inwardly, though, and she began to wonder what he was up to. It steadied her and she wasn’t quite so scared now.
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Post by CAMP MEDIC on Aug 25, 2012 23:05:18 GMT -5
Doctor Stiles waited as patiently as he could as the woman stood back up and dropped her drawers. He glanced over at her and watched as she folded them, laid back and placed them on her stomach before setting her feet in the stirrups as she was instructed. So far she had been the most complacent patient he’d had. Everything that he told her to do she did it even if she didn’t look too thrilled about his instructions. He was grateful for that because at least he didn’t have to repeat himself or get the guard involved. She also looked like she enjoyed having the nurse around, like the woman was comforted more by her presence than by his own. Not that he cared. He wasn’t looking for acceptance from any of these creatures.
As far as the nurse went, the woman in the scrubs was grabbing a large x-ray machine and wheeling it over to the side of the examination table. “We’re going to take a few samples first, and then we’re going to have a look at your fallopian tubes,” he explained even though he really didn’t care if she objected to what he had to do. He had his orders and he was going to follow them. The sooner he did them the sooner he’d be sent back to New York where he wanted to be.
There was a short stool with wheels that he pushed over with his foot and then sat down between the stirrups. The nurse brought over a wheeled tray with a swab, a tube of petroleum jelly and the speculum. They were the basic utensils used in a standard pap smear. “It’s going to be slightly cold,” he told her and then looked to the nurse again who stood there watching him, waiting for him to do his job so that she could do her own. “We need a catheter.” He told the nurse and watched her walk away to do what she was told.
It didn’t take long for the doctor to lube up the speculum and insert it vaginally, squeezing the two ends to crank it open wide. Then it was the swab that he inserted, brushing it against her inner wall to get a sample. Naturally, it probably felt weird but it was likely that this wasn’t her first physical. And he could tell that she had been sexually active at some point in her life. He wondered if her sexual partners had wings attached to their backs as well or if they were human. And if they were human he wondered what they thought of those wings in her back.
When he was finished with the pap smear testing he took out the speculum and packaged up the swab stick, using a marker to write Melanie’s full name and inmate number on it. “This next part we’re going to insert a catheter. You need to stay completely still. When the catheter is entered we’re going to insert dye into your fallopian tubes so that they’ll show up on the scan. Do you understand?”
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Post by MELANIE WHITFIELD on Aug 27, 2012 1:43:20 GMT -5
Melanie wasn’t intimidated by the x-ray machine; she’d seen plenty of them. It was a little bulkier than some of the ones she had dealt with before, but it wasn’t scary. No, the man wheeling himself between her legs was still the scariest thing in the room. “We’re going to take a few samples first, and then we’re going to have a look at your fallopian tubes.” She looked down at him and nodded, though she felt a little wary. Why did they need to look at her fallopian tubes? What were they looking for? Was that going to damage her ability to have children in any way? She wanted to ask, but the cold nature of the doctor discouraged her from doing so. As he and the nurse prepped, she looked at the ceiling with a knitted brow, wondering how she was going to ask the question. She wanted to have children. If this test was going to take that away from her, she would need to be bound to the table to perform it.
“It’s going to be slightly cold.” Melanie nodded, preferring to look at the ceiling than to look down. “We need a catheter.” She looked down again, worried. What did they need a catheter for? Oh…probably for her fallopian tubes. She didn’t like this at all. When the doctor inserted the speculum, the lube was cold and she whimpered as he cranked it open, stretching her apart. It always hurt when they did that. Next thing she felt was a swab inside of her and she winced a little at the sensation. She was going to feel where he had done that for a day or so. It always felt raw afterward. When the swab was complete, she was a little more comfortable, but not much. “This next part we’re going to insert a catheter. You need to stay completely still. When the catheter is entered we’re going to insert dye into your fallopian tubes so that they’ll show up on the scan. Do you understand?” Melanie had turned her head down to look at the doctor as he spoke and she nodded slowly. It took a moment, but she could feel him begin to slide the catheter in, but she quickly looked back down at him.
“Wait! Please…” When his annoyed eyes came to hers, she looked frightened. “This won’t keep me from having babies, will it? Because if it will, I don’t want this.” When she was sure it wouldn’t keep her from having children, she was mildly pacified and she looked back up at the ceiling. “Please be careful…” she urged softly. Being so close to her fallopian tubes, he could rupture them if he tried to put the catheter in them. Then she really would have issues having children. That would devastate her. Melanie was a Hispanic woman—she wanted a lot of babies. If she couldn’t have them, she didn’t know how she would react. She could always adopt, but they wouldn’t be her own. These thoughts were running through her mind as she lay perfectly still and felt the catheter going higher. It was beginning to feel like she was cramping and she put an arm over her eyes as she took a deep breath and let it out. The higher the catheter went, the more uncomfortable she felt. Her brows were knitted beneath the weight of her arm and she squared her jaw to keep from whimpering. She couldn’t wait until this test was over.
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Post by CAMP MEDIC on Aug 27, 2012 15:09:03 GMT -5
”Wait! Please...” Stiles had already begun feeding in the catheter when she spoke and he grew a little impatient and definitely annoyed. It was clear in his face that he didn’t like her telling him to wait. ”This won’t keep me from having babies, will it? Because if it will, I don’t want this.” She wasn’t stupid. She knew what her fallopian tubes were. Even though she’d told him that he was a nurse he still thought she wasn’t very educated. Nurses were idiots most of the time and couldn’t tell the difference between someone’s vein and a bruise half the time. “No. The catheter is inserted and then we inject dye into your tubes. The dye moves through them so that we can get a precise picture of them. We don’t insert the catheter directly into your tubes because that could cause damage.” He didn’t mind explaining it to her. Although he could care less about her or whether she wanted to have children, he found himself actually becoming a little less annoyed with her now. ”Please be careful...”
Even though he didn’t need her consent he found it was always better to have it. That way he didn’t have to have the nurse tie her down to the table so that he could do this. Because with a fight surely something would go wrong. When the catheter was set in place the nurse handed him another utensil which went inside the catheter and held the purple dye. “You’re going to experience some cramping when I inject the dye. This is normal.” The reproduction of these things should have been put to a stop. They should neuter all of them so that they couldn’t reproduce anymore abominations, but that wasn’t his call and the ones in charge wanted to know just how the female reproductive organs of the winged women worked. Everything else so far seemed human except for the density of their bones and the strange wings, but they still had to test them. They needed to know everything about this creatures.
He released the dye into her reproductive organs and as long as they were perfectly healthy without any blockage the dye would move all the way through them. The nurse came over to Melanie’s side with a lead apron and set it down on top of her. ”It’s okay, just lay this on top of you..” The nurse said in a soft, kind voice to Melanie. She offered the woman a smile and reached for her hand, knowing that this procedure was sometimes very uncomfortable and Melanie was likely scared. The nurse couldn’t blame her and patted her hand gently, trying to keep her attention on her instead of what the doctor was doing.
Stiles stood up from the stool and lowered the top of the machine over Melanie’s lower abdomen, flipping a switch that made the machine hum to life. “Keep still,” the doctor instructed and kept moving the machine to position it in the right place. When he was satisfied with where the machine was set and checking that Melanie was in fact staying perfectly still he hit another button and the machine started to take the scans.
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Post by MELANIE WHITFIELD on Aug 28, 2012 11:28:33 GMT -5
Apparently the dye was coursing through her reproductive system now, seeing as there was a dull ache in her lower abdomen that was only getting worse. Melanie just continued to breathe through the discomfort. She moved her arm away from her eyes, preferring to grip the bed underneath her as she glanced to the doctor. It was obvious he didn’t care if she was uncomfortable or not, but the nurse was much kinder. She came up beside her, smiling warmly and Melanie was soothed by it. “It’s okay, just lay this on top of you…” It was a lead blanket for the procedure and Melanie nodded, letting the nurse lay it down first before Melanie situated it. The weight on her stomach helped the discomfort a little, but the nurse’s hand in hers helped much more than she realized it could. She was smiling and it encouraged Melanie to smile back, albeit slightly less warmly. Pain frightened Melanie and she hoped this would be the worst of her pain today. The nurse was patting her hand and Melanie took a deep breath and closed her eyes. The cramping was easing somewhat, now that the doctor was no longer injecting dye and it was working its way through her system.
The doctor got up and moved the x-ray over her abdomen, flipping it on with a switch. It wasn’t particularly noisy and Melanie found it was a good distraction to inspect it. “Keep still.” The doctor’s stern instruction made her nod in return, catching his eyes. They were cold and unfeeling. At least the nurse was treating her like a human being. Perhaps Melanie wasn’t actually human, but she looked and felt the part despite the eagle’s wings sprouting from her back. She deserved the same courtesy he gave anyone else. But maybe that was the issue; maybe he was just a jerk and he treated all of his patients this way. If that was the case, then perhaps he shouldn’t have been a doctor, but also, there was no discrimination involved. She decided it was better to assume he was just a jerk instead of thinking he treated her like this specifically for what she was. Even though much of the evidence pointed to the latter, it was better to think he treated everyone this way.
Melanie was perfectly still, staring at the ceiling as the doctor took scans of her reproductive organs. Of all the things to study about an Avisaille, that’s what they chose to study? Their reproductive systems were no different than humans’, it was their genes where the difference lie. She kept this thought to herself however, knowing the doctor wouldn’t want to hear it nor would he be interested in hearing the details. Besides, why should she help him with his research? He was treating her like crap and she didn’t feel like talking to him any more than necessary.
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