He snatched a tissue from the box on the counter behind him. “That’s what insurance is for, honey.” He mopped up her tears. “My only concern right now is your health. I’m gonna fix you up good as new, but you’ll need to cooperate. It won’t be easy.”
“I can’t stand the pain, Mike. My left arm feels like a shark ripped it off. And my head is killing me, like someone chopped it open with an ax.”
“I’ll give you something for the pain in a minute. But I’m not going to lie to you, Annie. You’re pretty banged up. We’ll have to take some X-rays. We may even need to do an MRI.” He turned his back on her for a moment as he consulted his clipboard, and then turned back to face her. “I’m required to ask this of all my female patients of childbearing age. Is there any chance you could be pregnant?”
She stared at him, waiting for him to smile and say, “April Fool’s,” like he always did even though it wasn’t April 1. When his face remained impassive, she averted her eyes. Was it possible she was pregnant? She’d missed her period, but that was nothing new. She wasn’t exactly regular.
Her mind drifted back six weeks to New Year’s Eve.