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Worst case scenario

“Hi, Ms. Summer. My name is doctor Kumar. Has this happened before?” Doctor Kumar asked while taking a stethoscope out of his pocket.

Darius’ hand was resting on my shoulder, keeping me in place while I sat at the edge of the bed. I nod, feeling weak and honestly scared.

He started by placing the instrument on the left side of the chest, following the right side.

“Raise your arm,” he asked politely

I did, and he pressed the diaphragm over my breast listening carefully.

What happened? I feel so lightheaded.

Starting to feel self-conscious, I covered my body with my hands; I was only wearing my panties.

The doctor focused on completing his examination was oblivious of how uncomfortable I felt. He turned over his instrument using the bell and went back up, placing it again on different parts of my chest with light pressure this time.

“Now, Could you lay down, please?”

I glanced at Darius, who helped me lay down without falling; he knew I was still dizzy. He sat in a chair in front of the bed while the doctor continued the heart assessment.

“What were you doing before you fainted?”

“Hmm…” I mumbled as I turned my head so they could not see my face turning red, not wanting to explain.

Oh, no! This all looks so wrong.

Darius watched me closely, looking like a thinking statue with three fingers on his forehead and chin. His hair was still damp, and he was wearing a pair of jeans.

This motherfucker got dressed and left me half-naked?

The doctor smiled as he peered through the open door where my dress was ripped to pieces in the bathroom.

“All right,” he said, moving forward to the next question.

“It’s not what it looks,” I said to him.

“How long has it been since you’ve had something to eat or drink?” He asked, ignoring my comment.

He was now checking my stomach and my feet.

“No indication of swelling, that is good,” He muttered to himself.

“Uhm, I don’t remember. I think I only had a piece of a croissant as breakfast yesterday.”

The doctor raised one eyebrow at my response, clearly judging my eating habits.

“She drank a whole bottle of tequila,” Darius added.

I sent him a death glare.

“Any family history of fainting spells, heart attacks at a young age, or maybe even an accident? The doctor asked, helping me sit back at the edge of the bed again.

“My parents died from a car accident,” I replied.

Doctor Kumar turned around to look at Darius.

“Am I okay? Can I put a shirt on?” I shook the coldness in my body, covering my breasts.

Will someone help me cover my nudity?

Darius pulled an oversized T-shirt and jogger that I soon put on.

Jesus! Was that too hard?

“I am not going to lie, Ms. Summer. You have an abnormal heart rhythm.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

He just stared at me with his lips in a flat line, probably thinking about how to deliver the message. At this point, my mind was already rambling.

“But I am healthy and young. Omg, I had a heart attack!?”

Did his cock seriously give me a heart attack!?

“No, Ms. Summer. You just fainted; that is the good news” He paused for a second before continuing. “Nevertheless, I detected a malfunction in your heart. It’s too soon to tell, but It might be an inherited arrhythmia disorder.”

“Inherited? I told you, my parents died from a car accident.”

“Worst case scenario, you have lived with this condition all your life, most likely inherited from a relative,” He added with a slight frown on his forehead. “But there still a probability of this being temporary. I will need to finish your diagnosis to be certain.”

“I don’t understand...”

“Will she be able to lead a normal life?” Darius asked.

“With an accurate diagnosis and following the right treatment, I don’t see why not”

“Well, it’s not like I am going to die,” I said, a small laugh escaping my lips with my weird sense of humor.

The doctor was serious now.

“It’s not something to take lightly, Ms. Summer. Creating a healthy lifestyle is your number one priority. I am going to prescribe some pain medication and will provide you with a Holter monitor”

“Healthy lifestyle?”

“No more skipping meals or drinking bottles of liquor for starters, and you should work out regularly.”

“Working out?!” I exclaimed. I didn’t mind eating more or drinking less, but working out? There is nothing in this world I hate more than sweating. “Shouldn’t I be resting?”

“On the contrary. Your heart needs exercise, lots of cardio. This is good for you,” he said while walking away from the bed.

“You can continue what you were doing before I arrive,” he said while smiling at Darius, “Just no heavy lifting; you can leave that to Robert.” The doctor added while laughing a little bit.

What a joker!

“A specialized nurse will bring your medication.”

Specialized nurse?

“But I don’t have insurance.”

“It’s covered,” he said, calming me down.

Covered?

“Thank you, doctor Kumar” Darius stood up, shaking his hand.

“Be good, Mrs. Summer,” Doctor Kumar said before leaving the room.

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