“This will help with the nausea.” The doctor held a bowl with cookies out towards me. “Ginger.”

I hesitated a few seconds before I took it from him. “Thank you.”

He smiled and then instantly moved away.

Nate settled at my side as the doctor rolled a machine closer to the bed. He was silent as he set everything up until he smiled at us.

“Lift your shirt please,” he ordered me.

Nate reached out and pulled my shirt up to under my breast.

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