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AALIYAH.

I don't know how but I find myself trapped in a room with this physician that's almost like a psycho. With great scrutiny, she scans my every system.

From my palms to my teeth and nostrils, it won't be a surprise if she also assesses my breath, the actual air.

When she arrived at the house, a maid came to inform me of the pack house physician’s arrival... For long minutes, I was confused and pale as paper, trying to get why she was here at first.

I'm not sick, or pregnant... Perhaps, it's in the long minutes of frustration I dragged my feet down here for I should have declined and I truly wish I did. Jeez.

She waves an informal greeting, and doesn't hesitate to fix me a seat for my torture... And the moment I butt kisses the seat, every of her action reeks of my bad decision to be trapped. And right now? I'm in need of a rescue.

“Be still.” The old physician instructs.

I obey almost at once, halting every naughty movement and taking the form of a statue.

Her pen touch