“Nope.”
“Mood changes? Low mood, depression?”
“I’m seeing Dr. Philips,” I say. “I’m all good.”
It isn’t quite true. I’m still feeling down, but that has nothing to do with my contraceptive injection, so it isn’t pertinent.
She nods and types. “Any nausea? Bloating?”
“No.”
She puts the tablet down on her desk and turns to face me fully, and I already know what the next question is before she opens her mouth.
“Have you had unprotected sex since your last injection?”
Yes!
I had sex a good couple of times with Magma, and it was all bareback.
Robyn frowns. “Um…Carla? Answer the question.”
“Sorry.” I blink a few times. “I zoned out for a second. What did you say?”
She doesn’t look entirely convinced, but she repeats it. “Have you had unprotected sex in the last two months?”
“No,” I say immediately. Perhaps a little too quickly.
She narrows her eyes. “You didn’t have sex with Flint, did you? Before Mistveil or after you got back? It’s completely okay if you did. You need to tell me, especially if it was unprotected.”
I cannot tell her. I won’t!
“I didn’t sleep with Flint.” I stick to the truth.
“You’re sure?”
“Positive. I would know if I had sex with him.” I hold her gaze. “We went on one date, and that was the end of it. There was no sex. We had sex months and months ago after the Fang and Claw. That was the first and the last time it happened. I swear to god.”
She holds my gaze for a second more, then nods. She lets it go, turning back to her desk.
I release a breath.
She picks up the syringe she’s already prepared. “Awesome. Then we’re good to go. You know the drill. Bend and show me your ass.”
I laugh as I stand. Then I lean on the bed. I pull my pants down to about halfway down my left butt cheek.
Robyn cleans the site with an alcohol swab, lets it dry, then administers the injection. There’s a quick sting followed by three seconds of pressure.
“Done.” She peels her gloves off. “How are your therapy sessions going?”
“Really well.” And that part is completely true. “It was a good call, Robyn. Dr. Philips is exactly what I needed. It’s helped a lot.”
“Good.” She smiles. “I’m glad.”
“My therapist agrees that taking a step back from relationships for a while is the right call.”
“Not that you’ve ever had a relationship.”
“I had a steady boyfriend in high school. We dated for about a year. Then I dated a guy for about six months in my early twenties. I’ve had relationships.”
