(Nate P.O.V)
On the following day, we left for Doctor Matthew’s office, my mind buzzing with a mix of anxiety and curiosity about what lay ahead. One of the nurses greeted us and ushered us into the examination room. She handed me a set of patient clothes, and I thanked her with a nervous smile before retreating to the washroom to change.
As I stood in front of the mirror, pulling on the hospital gown, I couldn’t help but feel vulnerable and exposed. The reality of the situation hit me hard, and I took a deep breath, trying to push away the fear that threatened to overwhelm me.
When I stepped out of the washroom, Doctor Matthew was already in the room, wearing gloves and ready to explain the procedure to us. His warm smile helped ease my nerves slightly, but my heart was still pounding in my chest.
As the doctor greeted us and began to explain what a biopsy was and what he was going to do, I listened intently, absorbing every word. I wanted to understand, to grasp the significance of the upcoming procedure. The word “biopsy” sounded so clinical and distant, but now it was something very real, something that concerned me and my well-being.
Doctor Matthew spoke with a mix of medical terminology and compassion, and I appreciated that he took the time to answer our questions, no matter how routine they might have been for him. Still, despite his reassuring demeanour, I couldn’t shake the fear that was building inside me.
“Alright, Nate,” the doctor said, breaking my thoughts, “I’ll need you to lie down on the bed, and we’ll get started.”
I nodded, trying to remain composed as I followed his instructions. As I lay there, staring at the ceiling, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of helplessness. The cold examination bed seemed to accentuate the vulnerability I felt at that moment.
While Doctor Matthew continued preparing for the procedure, I tried to focus on his explanations, hoping to gain some control over the situation. Yet, my mind kept wandering to the unknown that lay ahead. What would the biopsy reveal? What if it was something serious? The uncertainty gnawed at me, and I clenched my fists, trying to steady myself.
Finally, the moment came when the doctor was ready to begin. I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths to calm my nerves. It was a moment of surrender, trusting in his expertise and hoping that this procedure would lead me toward answers and, ultimately, a path to recovery.
I felt a sharp pain as the nurse inserted the needle into my skin. I squeezed Arabella’s hand tightly, trying to steady myself as tears started streaming down my face. The fear of the unknown and the discomfort of the biopsy made my heart race, but Arabella’s presence offered some solace in this sterile room.
“It’s okay, Nate,” Arabella whispered softly, her voice a gentle anchor in the whirlwind of emotions. “You’re doing great. It’ll be over soon.”
I nodded, grateful for her reassurance, and tried my best to focus on her comforting words. The nurse, Emily, was kind and understanding, but the anxiety was hard to shake off.
“Just a few more minutes,” Emily said, her soothing tone doing little to alleviate the discomfort. “You’re doing really well, sir. We’ll be done soon.”
I closed my eyes, trying to block out the sensation of the needle probing the affected area. Arabella’s touch was the only thing that kept me grounded in that moment of vulnerability. She was my rock, my unwavering support, and I held on tightly to her hand as if she could take away the pain.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the biopsy was complete. The nurse carefully removed the needle, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I opened my eyes to see Emily gently applying a bandage over the area. The ordeal was over, but the anxiety lingered.
“Thank you,” I managed to say, my voice shaking with a mix of emotions.
Emily smiled warmly. “You’re welcome, sir. You did really well. Now, let’s wait for the results, and we’ll take it from there.”
Arabella gave me a reassuring smile, her eyes conveying an unspoken promise of support and love. I couldn’t help but feel grateful for her unwavering presence. She had been by my side through every step of this difficult journey, offering strength and courage when I needed it most.
After we were done with Biopsy, Arabella help me stand up and hand my clothes back to me. She offers me to walk to the changing room but I decline her. Feeling o uncomfortable heavily depends on someone.
After changing clothes I walk out still feeling uncomfortable under the affected area, and walk towards the doctor who was busy talking with the nurse.
"It will take a week for the results of the biopsy to come out. I will give you a call and let you know as soon as it is out," Doctor Matthew said while removing gloves from his hand and throwing it in the trash. I thanked the doctor and walked out of the examination room with Arabella.
As we left the room, I felt physically and emotionally drained. Arabella walked towards the driver seat while I walk towards the passenger seat and get inside the car and we drive back home.
After reaching home, Arabella heads to the kitchen to prepare lunch, and I make my way to my study room. The weight of the day’s events still lingers in my mind, but I know there are things I need to take care of.
I pick up my phone and dial Elliot’s number, eager to catch up on what’s been happening in the company while I’ve been away. As I talk to him, I can hear the familiar sounds of the office in the background, a reminder of the bustling world I temporarily stepped away from. I update him on my treatment and he assured me that everything will be okay.
“Thanks for holding down the fort, Elliot,” I say appreciatively. “I couldn’t have asked for a better friend and colleague.”
He chuckles over the phone. “You know I’ve got your back, Nate. And don’t worry about the company; we’re doing fine. Just focus on your health and take all the time you need.”
His words are reassuring, and I’m grateful to have such a reliable friend like Elliot by my side. We transition the conversation to our latest project, discussing ideas and strategies, temporarily immersing ourselves in the world of work.
Time flies by as we delve into the details, and before I know it, Arabella calls me for lunch. I bid Elliot farewell, promising to keep him updated on my progress, and then I head to the dining room.
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