As I wiggle my toes to try to wake them, the doctor finally enters the room. “Can I leave now?” I ask before he has a chance to say anything. I just need to get out of here. Like, now. I try not to fidget nervously, but I’m anxious to leave, and I can barely help myself. I need to move and I feel like the longer I sit here, the more danger I’m in. “Everything on the rape kit came back negative for STDs but, being a physician, you know we can’t tell about the possibility of a pregnancy for a few weeks,” he says, ignoring my question. I nod my head and look out the window, wondering how much longer I have to be here. “You’re clear to go now. Do you have someone coming to pick you up? Maybe there’s someone we can call?” “No,” I say quietly, and the doctor looks at me sympathetically. As he opens his mouth to speak again, there’s a light knock on the door and two guards enter.
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