She didn't want to be here. His parents were here. They kept whispering to each other and taking quick glances at her, as if she couldn't notice. They only made her feel worse. Couldn't they see she hated herself enough for what had happened?
But what did they care? How did they have any room to judge her? She remembered him clearly telling her that his parents often said that they wished he would never have been born when they didn't know he was nearby. Well, now they get to see what it's like, not having any kids.
Her hooves tightened on the edge of the waiting room chair as they looked over again. It was taking all her restraint to not go over there and hit them as hard as she could. It would get rid of those disgusted looks they kept giving her, but she knew she couldn't afford any fines should she assault them.
As they looked over again, a nurse walked up to her and asked her to follow her. His parents made to follow her but another nurse stopped them. She couldn't help but let a small, smug grin steal across her muzzle. He wanted to see her more than his own parents.
"Take that, assholes," she muttered under her breath.
The nurse looked at her, but otherwise didn't react, quickly leading her to the room he was being kept in. Once they arrived, the nurse motioned to the door before walking away.
She steeled herself, unsure of what awaited her behind the door. Gathering her nerve, she pushed the door open and stepped in before she could change her mind.