Chapter 70: Mortus Appointment

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The waiting room is swamped with patients. I notice other several pregnant omegas further along than me. Mortus' clinic reeks of desperation. I'm too antsy to sit, so I stand. The few available seats are stained and look disgusting.

The receptionist looks like she hates her job because of how she scowls and cusses under her breath every time the phone rings. I don't feel safe here and part of me is tempting me to leave, but then, zi can't. The only way I'm leaving here is without this baby in my stomach.

Even though the sign outside says clinic, it feels more like a morgue in here.