Once upon a time, there was a sick teenager. Once upon a time, there were desperate parents. And once upon a time, there was a wretched but well-known doctor.
“I need to be alone with the patient. You can wait in the lobby.”
And that’s when her parents walked out the door. And it was then that he unbuttoned her bra “because it was necessary” to “massage” her breasts. And that’s when he kissed her on the mouth. Softly, very softly, as though his lips were made of paper. And that’s when he lowered his hand inside her panties on the cusp of reaching to the point of masturbation. She, silent and still with fear, does nothing. She feels her cheeks flushed with warmth and the unwelcome sensation that this couldn’t be happening to her while hoping that everything would soon return to normalcy. A gust of wind whips the door that separates them from the real world. He is startled. He knows it hurts, of course he knows, but it does not matter. “I know you’ll never say anything because of your character,” he says in her ear.