Thread: RP: House: Gasoline [ Horror_Show & manofyourdreams]

A young female was sitting in the waiting room impatiently at the free clinic downtown at the university hospital. She was playing on her iPhone. She was a little anxious but had already been waiting for forty-five minutes. She didnt look quite as good as she normally would, being dressed in jeans, a sweatshirt pulled over a tank and winter slip on's , her strawberry layered shoulder length hair was oily and messy. Her eyes were a little reddened from constant crying over the past couple of days. She was here because she was going to pay out of pocket to be tested for an STD. She was under 26 and was on her parents insurance but she couldnt let that insurance be billed or they would find out, find out she had a sexual transmitted disease that was given to her unwillingly. That while walking back to her dorm after a homecoming game at her college, she was kidnapped essentially, forced into some sort of storage building on the campus that was vacant, forced into a closet, one night, one room, she was raped. Luckily she had finally gotten some punches in and was able to get away without being psychically harmed other than violated. That night she should have went to the hospital to be tested and evaluated but waited, wanting to forget it. As the week progressed, so did painful systems of a sexual transmitted disease. Finally, her name was called and she looked up a little startled but slid her phone into her messenger bag and made her way back with the nurse into a clinic room. The nurse took down her symptoms and made her pee in a urination lab cup to be sent off. She was left and told a doctor would be in shortly. She waited once again for minutes and was bored and nervous and trying not to think about what happened. She laid on the lab table looking up at the bright florescent lighting until the door opened and an awkward older male, in his early to middle thirties or forties walked in on a cane, dressed casually in jeans, a long sleeve buttoned shirt over a t-shirt with a lab coat pulled over, he had a beard and uncombed hair. He was flipping through her file without even acknowledging her, as if he didnt want to be doing clinicals and was being forced to do when he could be in his office doing more important things. Have you not ever seen an after school special, Dawsons creek? How can you be a student in college and not know about condoms? He said seeming perplexed and irrigated. The girl felt her stomach drop and her hands which were holding onto the lab table clenched as she started silently shaking. I have an STD then? She said pathetically. The doctor turned and frowned and shrugged but nodded. Unfortunately youre the first today, your lucky day.I mean not for you but for everyone else The fact she had one and it was just confirmed made her emotionally break. She sucked in a breath, letting her head fall and let out sob and put her hands up to her face. The doctor looked at her confused but kept talking. Its Chlamydiain your case its the best worst news, its curable. Your be feeling better in a few days, it be out of your system in less than a few weeks. She sobbed out even more shaking uncontrollably. Calm down, its treatable. I can give you a shot. He said pulling out a syringe from its wrapping and grabbing a bottle of medicine. The girl was still crying shaking her head when the doctor came over. I need your arm--- but before he could finish she slapped the syringe out of his hand with swelled red eyed glairing. Dont you fucking touch me! She screamed. The syringe fell and the doctor looked at her as his eyes widened and he realized she had been raped. Oh god.. videoyoutube Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me? Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me? Just to pour that motherfucker down the drain like me? Would you use your water bill to dry the stain like me? Are you high enough without the Mary Jane like me?