Page 26 of Ruin The Friendship
My parents never hesitate to tell me anytime I do something wrong, and no, Fletcher has never been like that, but this is life-altering news, and it’s going to change everything.
What I need to do is stop overthinking this.
“I have to tell you something,” I blurt.
He drops his phone into his lap, staring at me with those insightful sage-green eyes. He’s always so in tune with me that I’m not surprised how worried he’s been over me for the last few days.
His eyes narrow. “You can tell me anything. What is it?”
“Fletcher, I’m?—”
There’s a knock on the door, and a young doctor strolls in. I drop my head back onto the pillow behind me.
Of course.
“Hi, I’m Dr. Evenson. I heard we have a possible broken wrist?” She strides over to me, snapping gloves onto her dainty hands.
“I’m pretty sure it’s sprained.” I offer my wrist to her.
She asks me a few questions about my fall and how it happened. When she prods it and turns it a bit, I wince, prompting her to apologize under her breath.
“I think you’re right, but to be safe, we should probably do some X-rays.”
I don’t stop the furrow from forming on my brow. “Do we… have to?”
“I would highly suggest it. It’s the easiest way to diagnose accurately.”
“She’ll do it,” Fletcher says sternly from across the room.
Irritation with him burns in my chest. I don’t need himtelling me what to do, not right now. It only makes me worry what he’ll say when he finds out.
“Fletcher,” I grit out.
I’m not a child. I’m a twenty-eight-year-old woman.
“The doctor says you need it.”
I put my good hand to my face, taking a deep breath. “Can you get X-rays if you’re pregnant?”
The room goes still.
“Ah,” Dr. Evenson says, finally breaking the silence. “How far along are you?”
“I think nine weeks,” I whisper. “I found out last week.”
“In that case, we can forgo the X-rays. But I would still like to get an ultrasound to check on Baby. Is that something you’re okay with?”
I nod, my mouth dry.
“I'll place the order, and someone will be in shortly. Would you be comfortable if we did some labs, too?”
I nod again, still unable to speak.
“As for your wrist, why don’t we do a brace for a few weeks, and if it is not getting better, you can follow up with an orthopedic provider.”
I shake my head, finding my voice. “Okay, that sounds good to me.”
“I’ll be back in a while.”
