I didn't know why, but my doctor called me and said I needed a checkup. Standard procedure he said. So now I'm in the waiting room when I hear my name get called.
"Raylynne Blanchard."
I stood up and walked over to my doctor beside the hallway.
"Good evening, Raylynne." He greeted with a smile.
I mumbled a shy hello and followed him.
It wasn't any room I've been to before. There was a long flight of stairs going down into some sort of basement. But it was like the upstairs: white painted walls, black carpet, and doors on either side of you.
We finally stopped at the last door. It looked pretty isolated from the rest of the rooms, but I ignored that, now eager for this to be over with.
In the room, there was a metal table in the middle of the room with straps on the corners. My heart started pounding and I looked over at my doctor with a questioning look.
With his usual friendly smile, he said "Don't worry Raylynne. We're just testing the people in this town for a virus. It's only a few pokes."
This gave me some reassurance. Everyone had to go through this to keep whatever virus this is from spreading.
"Now Raylynne, you're gonna need to trust me. Do you?" He swiveled around and asked me.
I've seen him a lot. After all, he's my doctor. But I do feel bad for being so shy around him. He's always so kind, so talkative, yet I can only muster a nod or two around him.
"Y-yes," I whisper.
"Good. Now I need you to strip and lie on that table." He looked away as he said this, slipping on a pair of gloves.
"Wh-what? I-I can't." I stuttered uncontrollably.
I can't even speak around him, let alone be naked in front of him.