“My name is Janelle,” the nurse said. “I’m going to take your vitals.”
I nodded, removed my jacket, and pushed up the sleeve of my T-shirt. She wrapped the cuff around my upper arm and pressed the button that started it inflating. While we waited, she placed an oximeter on my forefinger and stuck a thermometer in my ear.
“You seem to be running a low grade temperature.” She sat down before a computer and entered the numbers. “Dr. Autry will be with you shortly.”
“Thank you.” I’d heard that before.
She left the room, and I took out my Kindle to continue reading a story I’d managed to download from a fanfiction site when I was on one of the university’s computers.
Before I had a chance to do more than tap the icon, the door opened and Dr. Autry walked in
“Hello, Dante.”
“Dr. Autry.” I put the reading device away.
I must have seemed hesitant, because he asked, “Would you like Janelle in here while I examine you?”
“No.” I licked my lips. “That is, no. That won’t be necessary.”