Rachel Steele - Gyno Exam ★ Deluxe

Dr. Vance measured it. 4.7 centimeters. She took several images, her jaw set. Then she withdrew the wand.

The door opened, and Dr. Elena Vance entered. She was shorter than Rachel expected, with silver-streaked dark hair pulled back in a neat bun and kind, intelligent eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses. She wasn’t holding a chart; she was holding a small, potted succulent.

Rachel nodded, her jaw still tight. Dr. Vance inserted her fingers gently, then began to press on Rachel’s abdomen. She moved methodically, feeling the left ovary, then the right. Rachel Steele - Gyno Exam

“There’s your uterus,” Dr. Vance pointed. “Looks normal. And there’s your right ovary—see the little black circles? Those are follicles. Healthy.”

“For you,” Dr. Vance said, placing the tiny plant on the side table. “I find that having something alive and green in here helps. Makes the room feel less like a spaceship.” She took several images, her jaw set

She pulled out her phone and called her sister.

“First, the external exam. Then the speculum. Then the bimanual—that’s where I use two fingers internally and press on your abdomen. Finally, the breast exam. We’ll go slowly.” Elena Vance entered

“Hey, what’s up?” her sister answered.

“Okay, Rachel,” Dr. Vance said, pulling on her gloves. “I’m going to lower the lights a bit. The overhead light is bright, but it helps me see. You can keep your eyes on the ceiling or on the plant. Your choice. Feet in the stirrups when you’re ready.”

“Right there,” Rachel said, wincing. “That dull ache I told you about.”

A soft knock made her jump.