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[fieldbox=|| Khaleela Hassan ||, royalblue, solid, 0, georgia]
Leela was waiting for the look of confusion on Evangeline's face when she saw the non-black relative of the very black Terry Lewis. And she'd gotten it. Khaleela almost laughed aloud when she watched the thought processes swirl in Eva's head, trying to grasp the relationship between the two unlikely relatives. It was a complicated story, if truth be told. But perhaps that should be left for a better time.
"Unfortunately I can't do much for the emotions," she said with a small frown. "That's just a part of being pregnant, like you said. But the nausea I can do something about. I can write you a prescription for an anti-nausea pill that should completely get rid of your morning sickness and any vomiting throughout the day, if you'd like it. There is a small warning of potential autism risks in the child, however--a very small risk--but as always, the choice is up to you."
Khaleela sighed and flipped through some of the papers, finding some more questions to ask. When she got her information and came up with nothing else that needed to be asked, she gave a small nod. "So, I think I'll go ahead and examine you now. I'm just going to check your heartbeat, feel your lower abdomen and take a look down there just to make sure everything's alright. Check for any lumps or anything that could cause concern. It'll be quick, nothing to worry about." She grabbed a pair of gloves from a drawer and pulled them on, taking her stethoscope from around her neck and putting it in her ears. She stood from the chair and gently pressed the metal of the tool against Evie's back, instructing her to breathe in and out at an even level.
But it didn't feel like a typical doctor/patient relationship should. It was different, despite how hard Khaleela wished it wasn't. The baby Evangeline carried was her niece or nephew. Terry's flesh and blood, a part of the family. She chewed on the inside of her cheek and contemplated what to say, all while listening to the beat of Evie's heart.
"...so, just because I'm your doctor, doesn't mean you can't come to me with your concerns and questions. As always I keep things professional, but if you have any questions about me, about--about the father, I'm an open book."[/fieldbox]
Leela was waiting for the look of confusion on Evangeline's face when she saw the non-black relative of the very black Terry Lewis. And she'd gotten it. Khaleela almost laughed aloud when she watched the thought processes swirl in Eva's head, trying to grasp the relationship between the two unlikely relatives. It was a complicated story, if truth be told. But perhaps that should be left for a better time.
"Unfortunately I can't do much for the emotions," she said with a small frown. "That's just a part of being pregnant, like you said. But the nausea I can do something about. I can write you a prescription for an anti-nausea pill that should completely get rid of your morning sickness and any vomiting throughout the day, if you'd like it. There is a small warning of potential autism risks in the child, however--a very small risk--but as always, the choice is up to you."
Khaleela sighed and flipped through some of the papers, finding some more questions to ask. When she got her information and came up with nothing else that needed to be asked, she gave a small nod. "So, I think I'll go ahead and examine you now. I'm just going to check your heartbeat, feel your lower abdomen and take a look down there just to make sure everything's alright. Check for any lumps or anything that could cause concern. It'll be quick, nothing to worry about." She grabbed a pair of gloves from a drawer and pulled them on, taking her stethoscope from around her neck and putting it in her ears. She stood from the chair and gently pressed the metal of the tool against Evie's back, instructing her to breathe in and out at an even level.
But it didn't feel like a typical doctor/patient relationship should. It was different, despite how hard Khaleela wished it wasn't. The baby Evangeline carried was her niece or nephew. Terry's flesh and blood, a part of the family. She chewed on the inside of her cheek and contemplated what to say, all while listening to the beat of Evie's heart.
"...so, just because I'm your doctor, doesn't mean you can't come to me with your concerns and questions. As always I keep things professional, but if you have any questions about me, about--about the father, I'm an open book."[/fieldbox]