{Heather’s P.O.V.}
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I’M PREGNANT!?!” I screamed at the OBGYN.
“The blood works shows a high increase in your hCG levels, Ms. Hamilton,”
“But, I’ve been so careful, I’ve been taking the pill!”
“Ms. Hamilton, the pill isn’t always one hundred percent effective, and it is still very possible to get pregnant,”
“f**k that! I don’t want a baby! Get rid of it!”
“I’m sorry?”
“I WANT A f*****g ABORTION!”
“Okay, if that's what you really want, I can schedule you for the abortion next week,”
“No! I want it now! Right, this instant!”
“Ms. Hamilton…”
“Get me into the f*****g operating room right now, or I’m going to force a miscarriage! It’s up to you!” she sighed and looked over her calendar.
"I can squeeze you in at four o'clock,”
“Fine,” I say and get up. “I’ll be back
