Him, His Uncle And I!

fertility specialist, Dr Jenna.

Emily’s pov

Thanks to Nurse Hilda, I was able to find the doctor who saved Getty. Dr. Jenna, apparently, was a fertility specialist who had been called in that day because the hospital was short-staffed. I found this interesting because it meant that the doctors here were truly amazing. I didn’t know people could multitask like that. Even if you specialize in one field, you still learn other things that aren’t directly related to your area of expertise. It was incredible.

Dr. Jenna’s office was two floors up in the specialist unit. I reached the elevator, only to find it wasn’t working. Great. I had no choice but to drag my tired body up the stairs. Two flights. It wasn’t far, but with each step, I had to take breaks. Going up two floors was no joke, even for a werewolf like me. As I neared the top, I could feel the strain in my legs, and when I finally saw the last step, I could have cried. I had made it. I was at the right floor.

"I should put more effort into my endurance training," I muttered to no one in particular, but deep down, I knew it wasn’t just my physical strength that was lacking. I had a good physique, but the emotional toll from Ryan’s rejection was getting to me. Since I’d arrived at the hospital, I hadn’t had a private moment with myself to process everything. It was all bottled up, and now it was weighing me down.

I walked toward Dr. Jenna’s office, which was the fourth floor on the right. Her door was open. As I stood in front of it, preparing to knock, I heard her voice—sharp, frustrated.

"Okay, I get it!" she shouted, followed by a heavy sigh.

I froze, unsure if I should barge in. It sounded like she was having a private conversation. Maybe I should come back later? But my body remained frozen in place. Even though she was sitting at her desk with her head down, I felt like she sensed me outside. I couldn’t leave now. It would be rude.

"Okay. Fine, fine, yes, okay. We'll get lucky, hopefully. I can't afford to lose this job," she said, her tone resigned.

At that moment, I felt like I was overstepping, intruding on something personal. Maybe it was better if I left and came back another time.

Just as I was about to turn and leave, I heard her voice again. "Oh, come in."

I hesitated, my right foot still lifted, ready to turn away. "S-sorry? Are you talking to me?" I asked, pointing a finger at my chest in disbelief.

"Yeah, you. Come in. We have a lot to do," she said, gesturing with her hands as she stood up from her chair.

A lot to do? Me? Maybe Nurse Hilda had told her what I wanted to discuss, but I wasn’t sure.

I stepped into the office, cautiously glancing around. "Should I close the door?" I asked, trying to gauge the situation.

"Of course, close it. Do you want to deal with private matters while the door is open?" she said with a light chuckle, her tone now more relaxed. But I could still see the traces of frustration lingering in her eyes. Maybe Nurse Hilda had told her about my dilemma.

I closed the door quietly behind me and took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. Is this what it feels like to be in a doctor's office? why was I so nervous?what was this feeling weighing me down? is it impending doom?