Natasha watched him leave before approaching the desk. She held back some of the money, and while what bit she did offer helped, it was when she ended up vomiting in a nearby trashcan that the receptionist finally took her to a private room to wait for one of the doctors on the list she had presented.
Only a couple minutes passed before a rather perturbed doctor entered the room, but luckily years of training had taught Natasha how to read people and play on certain aspects of their personalities to get what she wanted. She amplified the fear she actually felt and fell into pitiful sobs, and by the time she had described her symptoms the doctor was more sympathetic and helpful than annoyed. He took blood and urine samples and promised to put a rush on all the tests since she was so far from home and so clearly distraught.
Once she was alone she used a few tissues to clean up and settled in for a long wait. Only then did she begin to regret her decision to do this alone. It would be nice to have Clint by her side, someone to talk to and try to distract her from everything, but she also knew it wouldn’t have helped. He would have tried to joke and make her laugh but she would have felt his nerves and fear the whole time and it would have only made things worse. It was better to do this alone, though at least thinking of Clint gave her something else to focus on. She wondered how he was doing at the vet, and how their little one was faring. There was a chance they had destroyed any trust the little creature had in them this morning, and that they might never see it again once they let it out of the cage, a thought that bothered her more than it probably should have. It was just a stray and it had only been a few days; she should not feel this attached to it so soon, but she was, and she knew Clint was too. She really hoped the draw of food at least was enough to keep the kitten coming back.
Time ticked by and she fidgeted, wishing she had brought a book to read but knowing she wouldn’t be able to concentrate enough to do so. She could have wandered the room and poked at the various items set about but she stayed perfectly still, absently rubbing her stomach and staring at the door.
After what felt like a lifetime it finally opened again and as soon as she saw the smile on the doctor’s face she knew; without him even saying anything she knew. Her hand over her stomach tightened.
She accepted the news with disbelief and tried to argue it before falling silent, falling numb. Drugs were purchased, further appointments made, and he even refused to let her pay for the appointment when she told him how high risk this was. There would be more, he would get his money in the long run, though Natasha could feel that it wasn’t about the money. Angelina had been right with her list, this doctor was one of the good ones.
By the time she exited the hospital she had fallen into a state of numbness that left her rather unreadable. Clint was waiting, as she knew he would be, and she climbed wordlessly into the passenger seat. Her first instinct was to ask him about his adventure but she knew that would be cruel, knew how worried he was.
“I’m fine,” she said, knowing the words would be of no comfort. “I’ll tell you about it when we get back to the house, okay?” She didn’t want to do it here, not in the parking lot, not in the car.
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Date: 2014-06-08 12:14 pm (UTC)From:Only a couple minutes passed before a rather perturbed doctor entered the room, but luckily years of training had taught Natasha how to read people and play on certain aspects of their personalities to get what she wanted. She amplified the fear she actually felt and fell into pitiful sobs, and by the time she had described her symptoms the doctor was more sympathetic and helpful than annoyed. He took blood and urine samples and promised to put a rush on all the tests since she was so far from home and so clearly distraught.
Once she was alone she used a few tissues to clean up and settled in for a long wait. Only then did she begin to regret her decision to do this alone. It would be nice to have Clint by her side, someone to talk to and try to distract her from everything, but she also knew it wouldn’t have helped. He would have tried to joke and make her laugh but she would have felt his nerves and fear the whole time and it would have only made things worse. It was better to do this alone, though at least thinking of Clint gave her something else to focus on. She wondered how he was doing at the vet, and how their little one was faring. There was a chance they had destroyed any trust the little creature had in them this morning, and that they might never see it again once they let it out of the cage, a thought that bothered her more than it probably should have. It was just a stray and it had only been a few days; she should not feel this attached to it so soon, but she was, and she knew Clint was too. She really hoped the draw of food at least was enough to keep the kitten coming back.
Time ticked by and she fidgeted, wishing she had brought a book to read but knowing she wouldn’t be able to concentrate enough to do so. She could have wandered the room and poked at the various items set about but she stayed perfectly still, absently rubbing her stomach and staring at the door.
After what felt like a lifetime it finally opened again and as soon as she saw the smile on the doctor’s face she knew; without him even saying anything she knew. Her hand over her stomach tightened.
She accepted the news with disbelief and tried to argue it before falling silent, falling numb. Drugs were purchased, further appointments made, and he even refused to let her pay for the appointment when she told him how high risk this was. There would be more, he would get his money in the long run, though Natasha could feel that it wasn’t about the money. Angelina had been right with her list, this doctor was one of the good ones.
By the time she exited the hospital she had fallen into a state of numbness that left her rather unreadable. Clint was waiting, as she knew he would be, and she climbed wordlessly into the passenger seat. Her first instinct was to ask him about his adventure but she knew that would be cruel, knew how worried he was.
“I’m fine,” she said, knowing the words would be of no comfort. “I’ll tell you about it when we get back to the house, okay?” She didn’t want to do it here, not in the parking lot, not in the car.