(LIORA)
I am naked, on a bed, and my legs are spread wide open. This is how I wait for the doctor. How attractive….
The lovely nurse from before has just left. She came into the examination room to check on me, saying that she wasn't sure I could manage by myself since, clearly, I have rocks for brains, and when she arrived, she said that the doctor would be in in a moment, so I may as well go ahead and put my feet in the stirrups.
That was at least five minutes ago.
Thankfully, I have a sheet draped over my legs, and the gown I have on covers the top of me.
I stare up at a bright light, wondering if this might burn my corneas if I have to stay here much longer. That would be a great excuse to use to get sent away. Maybe then, I'll have the opportunity to run away and strike out on my own.
I am imagining the doctor will be an eighty-year-old man with cold hands and the Same attitude that the nurse had. That would be my luck.
Why is it that no one who works at the castle is nice?
Leo and Gavin are nice…. Gavin was quiet, but not in a rude way. And Leo was overly friendly.
I like them both, but they aren't workers here, it seems. Perhaps in another life, we could be friends–or something.
I can't help the physical reaction that happens inside of me when I think about either one of them.
I start to feel myself becoming damper and damper between my spread thighs, and a tiny ache begins low beneath my belly.
Realising I don't want the doctor to catch me in such a state, I decide to think about something else–anything else. The last thing I need is for the doctor to realise something has me excited.
I envision myself back at the sewage treatment facility, and how embarrassing it was the day that I threw up.
There, that does the trick. No matter what happens, I must keep my mind off of those two guys I bumped into until this examination is over, so the doctor won't see the evidence of my true feelings.
A few moments after I've steeled my resolve, I hear the curtain fly open.
"Hello!" a friendly female voice says, and I look up to see a small woman, perhaps only about five feet tall, with dark hair pulled back in a bun and small spectacles balanced on the end of her nose. She is wearing a lab coat and carrying a clipboard.
"Hi," I manage to get out of my dry mouth. Talking is not my strong suit today.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, dear. I'm Dr Elira Queen. How are you, honey?" She smiles down at me, standing near my head.
I don't know how to answer that, so I finally give her the truth. "Terrified."
"Oh, dear!" she says, patting my shoulder. "I'm so sorry. I know this isn't easy. But I'll try to have you out of here as quickly as possible, all right?"
I am beginning to think I have gone into the wrong examination room because she is awfully nice, and so far, I haven't had the sort of luck that brings me nice people. Well, other than the two muscle men.
"Okay," I say, hoping she's telling the truth so I can leave.
"Now, I just need to check a few things, dear, make sure you're in good shape if the king decides to make you our lucky winner." She smiles at me like I am here for some sort of contest and not as a favour to my entire pack. But then… I suppose most of the other girls would think of themselves as winners if they were chosen.
Not me. That would make me the biggest loser.
"All right. First, I'm going to do a physical exam, and then I'll use the ultrasound machine. I'll have Nurse Fenna come in to observe so you can feel comfortable that everything is fine, all right, dear?"
I nod, but if Nurse Fenna was the mean lady I'd met before, I don't want her in here.
Dr Elira Queen sticks her head out of the curtain and calls for Nurse Fenna. A moment later, another older woman walks in. It isn't the Same nurse as before, thank the Moon Goddess.
"All right," the doctor says, and I focus my eyes on the ceiling, trying to put myself somewhere else as she goes about her physical examination.
It's not as bad as I think it's going to be. She basically just checks to see whether or not I am a virgin. Satisfied that I am, she moves on.
"Now, this ultrasound machine will just give us a good look at your reproductive organs," she says. "Sorry the gel is cold."
My gown is pulled up, but the sheet is still over my bottom portion, and she's told me I can take my feet out of the stirrups, thank goodness.
She's right–the gel is cold. She rubs it all over my stomach with a wand, and then the machine comes to life, and her eyes are glued on that as she moves the wand around.
After a few moments, Dr. Elira Queen makes a sound like she's trying to suck all of the oxygen out of the room.
Alarmed, I turn my eyes to the screen. I hadn't been watching before because I have no idea what I should be looking at. I still don't.
"Nurse Fenna, do you see what I see?" Dr. Elira Queen says, her voice a sharp whisper.
Nurse Fenna comes over next to me and stares at the little screen. She inhales loudly too.
"That's… amazing!" she says.
"I know!" Dr. Elira Queen agrees. "One in a million!"