Penelope’s POV:

“Doctor, are you sure there’s nothing wrong with me?” Calypso asks for the tenth time in two minutes. “Have you done everything? All the tests you should do?”

I roll my eyes and exhale. “The man knows his job, Calypso.” I snap at her. “Keep quiet.”

She turns to me. Her teary face is streaked with streams of ruined mascara and foundation. “I’m just trying to be thorough.” She says, her eyes turning hateful for a second. “What even is your problem? Did you come here so you could yap my fucking ears off?”

“Yap your what off?! Excuse you! I left my gallery opening night for you....