“Aluminum.”
She cringes. “Okay, I need you to take off your underwear and recline back on the bed.” She moves toward me, bending down and reaching under the bed. I watch as two pedals are lifted up before they click into place. “And rest your feet in the stirrups.”
She slides the blue gloves onto her hands as I discard my underwear and put my feet into the stirrups.”
She places a headlight on her head before pulling a stool over in front of my open legs.
I clench my teeth as I feel her put the speculum into place. I tell myself it's just like a regular gyno appointment as I feel her fingers touch me. They’re cold and professional, her movements practical. She says something to herself and a few minutes pass before she lets out a little tsk.
“That’s not good,” she mutters. I refrain from squirming as she moves her chair back just enough to get to her bag. She pulls out a swab and when she catches me watching her, she gives a half smile. “Vito wanted me to run some tests while I’m here. We never did a formal exam to make sure everything was normal after you got here.”
I frown and it takes me a second to realize what she’s saying. Vito ordered her to run an STD check on me.
I’m pretty sure it isn’t because he’s worried I had something when I got here, its one hundred percent because I’ve had sex with Maximo.
The speculum is removed, bringing my attention back to the doctor. The swabs are sitting off to the side in test tubes. She slides her stool back as she snaps the gloves off of her hands. Finally, she stands, sending me a look. “As I suspected, you have some tearing in your vagina,” she says. “it’s common with rough sex or foreign objects.”
Both of which I’d encountered thanks to Maximo Costa.
Great.
“I can prescribe you a pain relieving cream and you’re going to need to avoid sex until it heals, both vaginal and anal.”
Someone is going to need to tell the Costas that.
“I recommend continuing to wear a pad until the bleeding stops. If it starts to get worse or doesn’t look like it's lessening, then have Vito call me again,” she says. She tosses her gloves into the trash. “May I recommend you use more lubrication during sex now and maybe avoid allowing anyone to put any more pool sticks into you.”
As if I have a fucking choice.