Chapter 33

It smelled the same.

The very distinct scent of bleach and ‘white’ was everywhere in the small clinic ward attached to the hospital. Abigail sat patiently in the reception room, waiting for the nurse to call her name. The anticipation was maddening. She was unconscious the last time she entered this hospital, so Abigail had no idea that the wait was so frustrating.

Her stomachache grew by the second, and she had to switch her tampon thirty minutes ago from the heavy flow, though she tried not to focus on it. What she thought about, however, was each second that passed when she wasn’t closer to the examination room. How hard can it be to say--

“Abigail?”

“Ye