She led us to a small room and gave the medical table a pat. "Take a seat, Jake. Jake's dad, you can sit over there." She pointed towards a regular chair in the corner.
I got up on the table and started to get nervous.
The nurse started to go through the basics, taking my vitals like temperature, blood pressure, and pulse. She typed the numbers on a computer at the desk, sitting in a small rolling chair. She glanced at me when she was done. "And what is the main reason for your visit today?"
I looked to Dad. He gave me a nod. I took a deep breath and told the nurse. "I want...to get some scars removed."
"Can I take a look?" She asked, scooting closer to me.
I froze, gripping the edges of my shirt.
"Jake's a little shy." Dad spoke up. "We'll wait for Dr. Griffiths to take a look first."
"Alrighty then." She stood up. "He'll be in with you shortly." She left the room, closing the door behind her.
I sighed with relief.
