“So, your father has put you on suppressors when you trigger an ovulation sensor?”
“Yup.I am really not wanting to go through one, so I am looking for nice, normal, and regulated suppressors.”
“Does the Omega Centre know?”
“They have tested me six times and have declared me defective.”
“I see.”
“Good.But I don’t want one, and my regular doctor has told me that I am not allowed to get a tubal ligation or hysterectomy.”
“Not allowed?”
“Apparently, I need the ovaries to reduce the chance of osteoporosis.”
“A tubal wouldn’t stop the heats.”
“Ah.Well, that explains that.”Dex sighed.“He wasn’t really forthcoming as to why.”
The doctor frowned and made notes.“So, the Omega Centre really refused to work with you?”
“Yup.I even have the last email on my phone.”
“Bring it up.”The doctor was grim.
Dex brought up the series of emails from the centre and handed it to the doctor.“They go back seven years.”
The doctor flipped through the images and sent them to herself.“This is ridiculous.”
“Yup.If you want, I can bring up all of the child services’ emails telling me that I didn’t meet the criteria for extraction.”She brought up the files and handed them over as well.
The doctor spent a few minutes reading the eleven-year-old emails and forwarded everything to herself.
“Why does Dr.Aquilar have an interest in you?”
“I work for the family trust.I am the shoe doctor at the ballet.”
There was a knock on the door, and Dr.Oriel said, “Yes?”
A man stood there with a clipboard.“I am here from the financial department.Your patient requested a consult.”
Dr.Oriel looked at Dex with understanding.“You don’t have anyone to pay for you.”
“Correct.So, I thought that if I made that point to the billing department, I might get bumped down to a lower floor to recover.Yup.My insurance has already started denying things.You are hella expensive, Doc, and I am not going to go bankrupt just because my body has extras.”
Dr.Oriel paused and nodded.“Got it.I will get a report to you before you leave.”
“No bloodwork?”
“There is plenty from your surgery.I can get what I need.”
“Thanks.”
The doctor touched her bruised face and sighed.
The financing officer came and took a seat next to her bed, and they began to discuss her care and the expense of it.
When he left, she got everything together and was moved down to a semi-private room with another person in the other bed.This, her insurance would cover.
