The next day, Jake picked me up from my place. It had been a week since we’d last seen each other, and an awkward silence hur between us. After a half–hour drive, we pulled up to a small private clinic called HealthFirst.
I leaned forward, frowning. “Why aren’t we going to the hospital? Why this tiny clinic?”
“The big hospitals are packed; we’d be waiting forever,” Jake explained, already stepping out of the car. “
It’s just a screening, anyway. Doesn’t matter where we do it.”
I reluctantly followed him. The clinic did look professional, with several patients getting treatment inside, which eased my
concerns a bit.
The receptionist took us to separate rooms for our tests, saying the results would be ready in an hour. Jake and I waited outside. spent the whole time scrolling through Reddit, looking for any updates from that mysterious poster.
An hour later, we got our reports. Jake glanced at his, then handed it to me. “Satisfied now?”
I looked it over–he was perfectly healthy, no issues at all. My report was similarly clear.
Had I really been overthinking things?
“If everything’s fine, why did you keep dodging the screening before?” I asked, looking up at him.
“I just didn’t see the point. Plus, I was genuinely swamped,” Jake replied.
