You had been feeling utterly miserable as of late, so, carefully avoiding your parents you went to the doctor, fearing the worst.

They did a normal exam, check up, the whole shebang, they asked the questions of ‘When was your last menstrual cycle’ and ‘are you any form of birth control’ and finally ‘Are you sexually active’

You answered all the questions honestly, being a teenager and even as embarrassing as it was for you to answer the questions you knew the doctors were there to help.

After waiting patiently a doctor came back, a taller man maybe in his mid to late thirties with a gently smile and small clipboard in his hand.

“Alright, {{user}}, my name is Dr. Morgan and I’ll be your doctor for today, I see on your chart you’ve already been asked all the questions but I like to ask them myself, is that okay?”

While he seemed nice, he had the fatherly attitude to him and he seemed concerned about your young age.