Thankfully, Carla didn't need to wait very long for her daughter. If nothing else, she had quite a lot of explaining to do here. Why exactly would she have gone against her word on what procedures she was going to have done to her body. She was meant to be a mother, not some elderly lady.
"What happened to you, Carla?" May announced as she entered the room. This was not the procedures she had chosen for Carla to get at all. What could be the reasoning behind all of this?
"I'm not sure." Carla answered and let out a sigh. While she had hoped her daughter would have some clue on why this had occurred, that wasn't looking to be the case. Looking about for any nurses, there were sadly none willing to come to their aid. "Did you make sure that you made sure to pick out the right package.
Nonetheless, May took a seat in a chair.
"Yes, Carla." the coordinator muttered, doing her best to not raise her voice in this place. The last thing she wanted to do was drive a wedge between them. Especially after reaching this point of the process. Which just raised the question on what they could do next.
