Kaylie was a bad girl. Often she was in trouble as a kid. Her parents always thought she would grow out of it, but things only got worse when she hit high school. Now she had barely graduated. Her parents worked hard to send her to college, hoping if she could land a good job someday, she'd be alright. You can imagine her parent's horror when she was booted out of school before the end of her first semester.
Back at home, her mother was more infuriated than ever. They had done all they could to send their daughter to college, and here she was, back at home before she could finish one class credit. Her parents had a strong suspicion that Kaylie dabbled with drugs. That she drank was a given. She reeked of booze when she came home late some nights.
When her daughter was out one day, her mother ransacked Kaylie's room. There she discovered pot, syringes, pills, obvious stolen merchandise. She was livid. Her daughter was heading to a bad place, but what could she do? Have her arrested? Ruin her life with a record? No. She was going to get her daughter clean somehow, and keep her that way.
There was a clinic that her mother discovered while browsing online about delinquent young adults. After hours of videos, forums, and terrible advice, she stumbled upon Dr. Ulick. He ran a clinic catering to troubled persons who couldn't get their lives on track. She clicked on his video.
"Are you a drug abuser? Do you love alcohol?" said the thin, gray haired man in the video, as he slowly paced his office. "Do you do what you want, when you want? Have you been to jail? To prison?"
His blue eyes stared into the camera as he slipped on his white coat. "We here at Ulick Clinic can help. We can get you clean in one day, and you'll never want to return to your unhealthy, immoral ways."
Hanging a stethoscope around his neck, he continued his slow pace as the camera followed. "We utilize a whole body cleansing system. All that poison you have been filling yourself with will be gone. The fat, sugar, nicotine, alcohol, pot, hard drugs, all these negative substances make you feel lousy. They make you sick. They make you selfish, as you only care about your next fix."
Leaning against an exam table, he went on. "Not only will your body be purified, but so will your soul. Our cleansing techniques will deliver to you the feel good, natural nutrients you've been missing. You'll leave here healthy, calm, at peace. There's no need to end up in the gutter someday, or worse."
The doctor stared intently into the camera. "We personalize all of our treatments for every patient. One appointment, and you'll feel right as rain. Visit us today, and get your life back on track. I'm Dr. Ulick. Thank you."
"Well," thought mom, "this sounds more promising than jail or rehab. They're doctors, after all. Maybe that's all Kaylie needs is a fresh start."
Unfortunately, before she could talk to Kaylie about the clinic, the inevitable happened. Kaylie was arrested for theft. Her parents were beyond angry as they bailed her out of jail. She had stolen a purse jam packed with expensive makeup.
The retailer was pressing charges. The court date was set. Kaylie was busted red handed. Clear video showed her stashing the cosmetics and attempting to leave the store. Her mom, ever vigilant and protective, persuaded Kaylie to have her counsel push for this clinic as a consequence instead of her record being tarnished.
The judge agreed, having sentenced more than one trouble maker there. An appointment at the clinic as a sort of rehab, or theft on the young woman's permanent record. Kaylie took the clinic, relieved and amazed at the stupidity of the justice system. She walked out of court with a smile on her face, thinking that she really could get away with anything.
Her mother brought her to the clinic on the court appointed day. Her daughter was already irritated because her Friday was ruined, having to try this lame new age nonsense. Kaylie was taken to a small office after a short sit in the waiting room. "Take a seat," said the nurse who had brought her back.
Kaylie sat in the chair next to a desk. "My name is Nurse Johnson," said the woman, taking her chair on the other side. "I have a consent form for you to fill out."
"This woman is annoying me already, thought Kaylie." The nurse was in her late twenties, it appeared to the girl. She was tall with brunette hair and pretty blue eyes. She looked toned and fit in her dark blue scrubs. Kaylie wished that she was taller and had blue eyes...
Kaylie took the form as it was slid to her. It was a long document in tiny print that she had no interest in reading. "Pen?" she asked, in a sarcastic tone.
"Of course," answered the nurse in an overly friendly manner. Handing her the pen, she watched the young girl sign without a second thought.
"Now what?" asked the girl, sliding the form back across the table.
"Now, a few questions," she answered. "How old are you?"
"Nineteen," said Kaylie, putting the pen in her mouth, nibbling at it in boredom.
"Any health problems? Surgeries? Prescriptions?" asked Nurse Johnson.
"No," said the girl, slouching in her chair. "How long is this going to take?"
"Do you drink, smoke, do any illegal drugs?" asked the nurse, ignoring her question.
"That's why I'm here, isn't it?" snapped Kaylie, tossing the pen on the desk. "Can't you just sign off that I was here, or whatever, and I can be on my way?"
"No, sorry," answered Nurse Johnson. "Are you sexually active?"
"Um, yeah! Are you, Nurse?" Kaylie jabbed.
"Alright," said the nurse, standing up. She had been with patients like this before. "Why don't we just get to it. Follow me, please."
Nurse Johnson led Kaylie out of the office, down a hallway, and into an exam room. Kaylie was short with a nice figure. She had perfectly straight, long blond hair, with big brown eyes. She was wearing a tight red shirt, black yoga pants, and tall brown boots. "She would be a very pretty girl without her terrible personality," thought the nurse.
"Please remove your clothes, and put on this gown," the nurse said, as she removed a folded paper gown from a drawer in the exam table.
"Oh, come on," said, Kaylie, looking at the flimsy paper dress. "I hate those stupid things."
"Well, that's the procedure, Kaylie. You have to follow our rules if you want to get out of here. You can keep your panties on, everything else has to come off. I'll be back in a few."
The nurse left, closing the door behind her. Kaylie picked up the gown, feeling how cheap and thin it was. She tossed it down in disgust. Slipping off her top off, she threw it onto a chair. She then slid her tall boots off, revealing little pink ankle socks. Then off came her yoga pants. She put the awkward gown on, covering her black bra and panties. Then she stood there a few minutes, impatient as she waited for the nurse.
There was a knock, and the door opened. "This way, please," the nurse said, standing at the door.
"Isn't this the exam room?" asked Kaylie, as if the nurse was stupid.
"We're going to the lab for a few tests," Nurse Johnson answered, doing her best to not lose it with this brat.
"Like this?" said the young girl, looking down at the paper gown.
"It's right down the hall. Come on." The nurse led Kaylie out of the room. It felt like forever to the girl as they went, passing various nurses and doctors in the hallway. She hoped no one noticed her in the thin gown.
They finally got to a door and the nurse led her patient into the lab. It was a large room, brightly lit. To Kaylie's left was a station and chair for drawing blood. An exam table was to her right, as was a stand holding a enema bag. Another door was on her right hand wall, and one reading "restroom" was straight ahead of her A medical scale stood in the far corner of the room.
"Take a seat," said Nurse Johnson, motioning to the chair. The nurse gathered a syringe and vials from a counter as the girl sat down.
"Arm out," said the nurse, lowering an armrest in front of the patient. The girl did as she was told, anxious for this to be over with.
"OW!" cried Kaylie, as the nurse inserted the needle. "Do you even know what you're doing?"
"I'm sorry," said the nurse, biting her tongue to not go off on this punk.
Filling three vials of blood, the nurse labeled and set them aside. Kaylie sat, pressing gauze to her arm while the nurse worked, wondering when she could get out of this place.
"Okay," said Nurse Johnson, taking a small container from a drawer. "I'm going to need a urine sample.
