“I hate these,” she fingered the rough cotton of her hospital gown.
Her husband looked at the ceiling, a loud sigh escaping his lips.
“I’m the one getting stuck with needles. What’s your problem?”
“Just…”
“Whatever. Always bitching. Oh, sorry. You’re a guy. I must be the bitch. So you’re, what, a passive-aggressive asshole?”
The door opened. “So,” the doctor began as a larger unfamiliar man followed him into the room.
Her husband jumped up. “Is she…?”
“Of course I am,” she spat. “The nausea, fatigue, vomiting. How far along doc? And who’s this lughead?”
“This is officer Norwood.”
March 18 Prompt: Symptoms (Write a story to reveal a characters symptoms)
