The hospital hallway smelled faintly of antiseptic and fresh roses from the reception desk. Ava stood outside the doctor's office, taking a deep breath before walking in without the knowledge of being followed by Miss Johnson. Her heart was beating fast, her palms clammy with nerves.
She stepped into the room, the white tiles reflecting the soft overhead lights. The doctor, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes behind silver-rimmed glasses, gestured for her to sit. Ava did so quietly, adjusting the edge of her blouse and folding her hands on her lap.
The doctor looked up to her, gave her a pack full of drugs and said in a calm, reassuring voice,
"Take it regularly and rest well."
Ava nodded, extended her hands and took the drugs and looked down at the small packet of medicine in her hand. She gave a faint smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes.
"The baby will be fine." The doctor assured her.
