Doctors only cared about one thing: money. Or so Bella had been convinced of. Her experience alone showed that the doctors didn't seem to care about side effects or alternative treatments. They just medicated and charged for care... or lack of care. Bella sat in the doctor's office, her leg bouncing up and down. Belie had finally convinced her to visit a doctor, and with a pretty good argument: the doctors who knew of her were back in London. What if something detrimental were to occur in New York?
At the moment, Bella was running out of medications again. Never a good thing. And it seems there was once again something strange going on in her abdomen. Yet, she could survive a while longer without the meds, and she already knew the cause of her troublesome tummy so there was no life-or-death situation. "Isabella Barthel?" the receptionist called. Bella's heart constricted in her chest. Doctors and hospitals just made her think of her past hospitalisations. She thought that being in a private practice would bring her some ease, but the fact remained that it was ultimately a doctor who would be examining her. She needed a full physical as a new patient. That meant collecting base vitals, doing a hands-on exam, gynaecological, and no doubt she'd be referred for a psychiatric consult. "Isabella Barthel?" Bella stood up rather spontaneously and walked right out of the practice. She took a deep, tremulous breath and fumbled in her shoulder bag for a pack of cigarettes. With her classes finished for the day and no scheduled shift at the Shelter, she had nowhere to go. She walked about idly for a while before deciding on going to the Shelter anyway. She could use some kitten love.
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