“Wow, Dr. Marchand, what an amazing bedside manner you’ve got there. Although from your ‘up’ command, I think you’ve got me confused with the dogs in the vet clinic,” she replied, the joke raising the corners of her mouth for a brief moment, before the reality of what she’d said sank in. The vet clinic didn’t currently have a vet, licensed or otherwise. Ellie had taken over, but Leah wasn’t sure how much the other woman actually knew.
Shaking her head to dispel the sadness, Leah put her smile back in place and walked over to sit on the bed. She exhaled as soon as she laid back, a failed attempt to calm the tingles of nerves sparking through her. When she woke up this morning, she’d been ready to march in here and get the process going as soon as possible. Now that they were here, the anticipation was almost overwhelming.
A small part of her wished that one of the medical staff was performing the procedure, so that she could ask questions about how things were going, but she was glad that Evan was handling things. It was more intimate, more private. Later, maybe, she’d consult with Charlie or one of the other female medics. Leah was fully aware of how many tasks and things she’d been doing during the past couple months, and she knew that she should be taking it slow, but that wasn’t so easy for a person who was accustomed to being active in a zombie-infested world.
The scare with the Leaper yesterday had been a bit of a wakeup call, whether Leah wanted to admit it or not. For obvious reasons, she hadn’t mentioned the incident to Evan. Apart from feeling that mini heart attack of fear, nothing bad had happened, so there really wasn’t any need in worrying her boyfriend unnecessarily.
She glanced at all the buttons and keys that controlled the ultrasound machine. “That doesn’t look complicated at all.” There was sarcasm in her voice as she adjusted her head on the pillow. “You sure you know what you’re doing?”