"Are you still having bleeding?" He asks. I nod my head...my throat
is, once again, too tight to speak. I feel like an idiot. It's
medicine. Science. There's no room for emotion in science.

"Better or worse than yesterday?"

"Worse," I whisper, desperately looking to the ceiling, praying that
the tears won't spill over. Why do I care now? Why with a doctor, who
deals with this, and worse, on a daily basis. I guess hormones and
emotion know no logic.