Shutout: Chapter 33

Monday morning has taken an unnerving turn.

Overwhelming nausea barrels into me as I read the email again.

This has to be some kind of technical error. The nurse I spoke to this morning said they don’t give test results of this nature over the phone, and that’s why I received an emailed appointment confirmation over the weekend.

Given that, it makes no sense they’d upload my results onto the internet for someone to see by themselves. Unless this is a good sign. Maybe it means it’s negative. There would be no harm in putting a negative test result up for the patient to see before their appointment, right?

Hands shaking, I navigate into the app and enter my login information. Before the landing page can load, I lose my nerve and swipe out.

I should wait.

My heart thunders in my ears as I stare at the screen. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I know I shouldn’t look, but I won’t be able to accomplish anything until I see that result.

Fifty-fifty.

One in two.

I hold my breath, watching the little rainbow wheel spin around and around as the page loads.

Please be negative. Please be negative. Please be negative.

It’s not.