C49 False Alarm

“Sorry, so sorry.” I couldn’t stop apologizing for throwing up into the doctor’s waste basket. I grabbed a handful of tissues from his desk to wipe my face.

“It’s quite alright, my dear. I’ll give you a shot for your nausea.” The doctor was sympathetic, unlike James who looked terrified.

“Doctor, what is wrong with my wife?” James clutched the armrest of the chair