She asked what the card was for, and I told her it was for a social worker. She asked me what I had been telling people. I told her I had been telling them the truth.
Rick stepped forward and told me to be careful with my words. A nurse named Marcy entered the room and asked if everything was okay. My mother immediately softened her voice and said they were just worried.
Marcy stayed in the room until my mother and Rick finally left. That evening, a doctor named Dr. Shepherd came to review the timeline with me. He noted that my rupture likely occurred before I arrived at the hospital and after a period of untreated symptoms.
He asked me when the pain began, and I told him the truth in front of my entire family. I told him about the texts and the forty-five-minute wait. I told him about passing the urgent care and stopping for a phone charger.
My mother tried to say I was confused, but Dr. Shepherd didn’t listen to her. He told Rick that nothing about my condition was dramatic and that it was life-threatening. He said he would be coordinating with social services for my discharge.