"You don't mean what I think you do, do you?" Valentina questioned through a shaky voice.
Doctor Maxwell gazed at her pitifully, understanding this was the least position she wanted to find herself in.
"Look Val, it's like I said before, I'm not certain yet. It's just a suspicion for now. That's why I took your blood sample. I'll have to take it back to the lab to be a hundred percent sure. Just do me a favour and stay away from alcohol and anything that stresses you. Until the result is ready."
She laughed, but her laughter was devoid of humour.
"This can't be real. This is not happening," she muttered over and over again under her breath.
"Val," doctor Maxwell covered her shaky hand with his. "I'm here if you need anything. You know that."
She looked up at him with bloodshot eyes. "I want it out."
"What?!"
"You heard me. If it's positive, I want it out. I–" her lips trembled, and she breathed hard for a second there. "I can't do it. I won't. Please."
"Val–"
