You need to drink more water.
My head snaps up a little fast from picking at the paper covering the table. My nervous tic to block out the sterile smell. My doctor can’t be more than a few years older than me, definitely no more than thirty-five. I think that’s why I trust her. She’s not fresh out of med school. But she’s also not been around the block so many times that her face has lost its kindness. I shouldn’t be this restless; I’m grateful to have her. It takes years to find someone that doesn’t freak you out especially in this case. Especially if you’re a lady.