Page 97 of The Billionaire

“Miss Kane. Could you please come up to the front and label for me the colonic supply of the inferior mesenteric artery?”

I swallowed a bit of nausea, I felt so weak. I felt sweat pouring from the sides of my scalp. I took a quick sip of water and placed in on the desk.

“By all means, do take your time.”

I felt all clammy. Dizzy and sweaty.

Come on McKenzie pull it together. Don't be embarrassed. I wiped a sweat bead at my brow and sucked in fresh breath. I looked out at my fellow classmates, and they all looked blurry.

I squinted as if I were wearing glasses not for my eye strength and then the last thing I saw was the legs of a desk as I fell to the ground.

“Give her some room. Give her some room.”

I was lifted up by a young man with glasses and given fresh water by another. I looked around in a daze.

“Okay,…okay. I suggest all of you get used to this. This isn’t the first and this won’t be the last.” I felt wobbly as I stood there taking everything in.

Dr. Jacobs already had her rubber gloves on and was disposing of my insides before disinfecting the floor with industrial paper towels. The class was whispering, a few laughs but most of all, kind, concerned faces. Dr. Jacobs removed her gloves and washed her hand thoroughly in the lab sink.

“Miss Kane you do need to develop a stronger stomach if you wish to be a surgeon."

All I could do was bury my forehead on my desk, moaning on the inside of embarrassment. Not good…not good!

This happened again the next day, yet I finally made it out of the class doors and into the ladies room.

And the next day.

"I swear—I have the strongest stomach there is! I've been to Africa and even helped assist doctors and…I can watch any surgery and be fine! I promise!”

I stopped as Dr. Jacobs put her hands up while I wiped a few tears.

"Then perhaps it's time to talk about test results."

“Wait, there was a test? Shit, please tell me I’m not in the bottom 20%.” I started freaking out. “I mean, sorry for cussing. But, I mean, I know I missed a few days a month ago, but please! I want this more than anything. I’m just going through a difficult time right now.”

Her hands went up as if directing traffic. She shook her head no.

“I promise I study day and night. Ask my roommate. This is my life. MY LIFE!”

Finally she stopped me. Her hand on my shoulder.

“That’s not the type of test I’m talking about.”

"Pardon?"

"I’m talking about a pregnancy test."

I nearly fainted at such suggestion.

As I walked to my car, my hands shook, and I called Shelly, all the while feeling like an alien had abducted my body and conducted some cruel experiment as an inside joke for their reality TV. She met me at the CVS closest to our apartment, and we purchased a few boxes.

“I mean, this can't be. Can't. I'm probably just nervous or stressed or something.” I managed to get out while we were standing in line.

“You’re love struck. Come on I see it all over your face. You've got it bad. You love him. You are crazy about him.”

I couldn’t get to our restroom fast enough and do the deed. I just needed to see NOT PREGNANT and attribute the nerves to a being in love and going through a small melt down.

Shelly never left my side.

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