It was hell waiting for the results, I knew everything would be okay, well, I hoped it would, one slip up is nothing right?
When the doctor came into the room, the look on his face made my bladder lose control of itself for a few moments. He ran a sweaty hand through what little hair was on his head, and said, we need to take you in for more tests.
I asked the questions, the ones any of us would, but he couldn’t give me an answer. I said when, he handed me a container and said now, it was important to get on top of it all before it’s too late.
TOO LATE? WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAN MEAN!..
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