“I’ll be as careful as I can.” Before I can protest, he slides a gloved finger in. I’m so shocked at first that I don’t move. After that, I recognize the pain with it and am afraid to move. Carefully, he feels around and then slips out, stripping his gloves. I’m embarrassed, pissed, and hurt, and feel tears prick at the violation.
The doctor puts my knees together and asks again when my last period was and if I’m on birth control. “I’m giving you a birth control shot regardless of your answer, so you may as well tell me. Some medications don't mix, and you don't want to be ill here. There is no option of an ER visit.” That fact alone scares me into answering.
“I’m already on the Depo, and I’m due in a week, I think. I’m not sure what time or day it is.” He doesn’t bother to answer, just swabs my arm and gives me the injection, before checking the silver watch on his wrist.
“Again, I am truly sorry. I don’t believe you will fare well here, and I will be seeing you again. I have to go examine the others. Please get dressed, and I will have the guards escort you to get some food.”
Won’t fare well here? Is he fucking kidding me? And if others do fare well, what kind of people are they? How bad is this about to get?
I quickly get up from the table, not wanting to give the guards a chance to come in here while I’m mostly nude. Grabbing a few tissues, I clean myself up, noticing a pink tinge on the contrasting white. I freaking hate gynecological exams for this reason. Always so sensitive and then I’m sore for the rest of the day. Not to mention the ass stuck his finger in mine, and now that’s not feeling so hot either. Not that I’m a prude, but Rex had never pushed it that far, and he was the majority of my good experiences with sex. I get dressed, cracking the door to let the guards know I’m ready and step out in between them, following the first one down the hall with the other bringing up the rear.
Rex
I knew I was going to be asked questions and get an exam. Emmett and I were both briefed on what would be done, but damn, the doc really had to go there. I’m not amused by my squishy ass or the hard on I got from that bastard thoroughly checking my prostate. Not to mention the questions that were asked, about myself— and Lark too. I can only imagine what Lark went through, as it was a good forty-five minutes of waiting before the doc came in. When I asked the doctor about Lark, he said she was fine and done. I wanted to punch the man for touching her, even in a medical capacity. I also couldn't help but be amused that she'd given him shit. I just hoped her smart mouth hadn't gotten her into trouble.
I have to figure out a way to keep us all together because I don’t think I can keep my cool and not blow our cover if she gets passed around, and that would end in us all being killed. I tip my head in my hands and listen to the others in the curtained off exam areas, answering their questions and receiving their inspections. This doctor was specifically brought in by Apollo just for Emmett and me. Now he gets two more patients to care for. Some of the answers I’m hearing make me raise my brows— Emmett is a bit of a freak; I figured Braeden would be, but damn on my partner. Guess he’s more than qualified for this assignment. On the one hand, I’m glad Lark got a private room and wasn’t being subjected to this, but on the other, I’m worried about where she is right now. As the doc finishes up with the others, I get dressed and wait to find out what’s happening next.