The Abortion Clinic

by Javier Torregrosa

TRIGGER WARNING!!!!
This text discusses sensitive topics like date rape, abortion, and drug
violence that may be harmful or traumatizing to some readers. Viewer
discretion is advised.

CHARACTERS:
Beverly Pritchard – 19 years old, slim, blonde, average height

Doctor Nesbit – a doctor in a clinic

Sally – Doctor Nesbit’s office staff

SETTING: Doctor Nesbit’s Office

TIME: Day

INT. DOCTOR NESBIT’S OFFICE – DAY

DOCTOR NESBIT sits in his office behind the desk whilst he reads from a file.

KNOCK, KNOCK

He fails to look up.

DOCTOR NESBIT:

(Grumbles)

Come in.

BEVERLY (19) slim, blond, average height, opens the door and takes a few
steps inside.
BEVERLY:

(Hesitant)

Doctor Nesbit?

DOCTOR NESBIT:

(Impatient)

Yes! I see you can read the door sign. Take a seat.

He closes the file.

She closes the door, takes the seat opposite him; and sits on the edge of the
chair.

DOCTOR NESBIT:

How may I help you today?

BEVERLY:

Its Beverly Pritchard, I booked a few days ago to come and see you for a
check-up before I have the termination.
Doctor Nesbit stands up.

DOCTOR NESBIT:

Ah yes, let me get your file. Take a seat.

Doctor Nesbit heads over to a filing cabinet to retrieve her file, situated behind
himself.

DOCTOR NESBIT (OS):

Been here before?

BEVERLY:

No, it’s my first time.

He fingers through her file as he turns around to return back to his seat.

DOCTOR NESBIT:

(Whispers)

You look like the type.

BEVERLY:

Excuse me?

Doctor Nesbit sits down while he covers his mouth coughing the words-

DOCTOR NESBIT:

Never mind.

He reaches for a glass of water as Beverly suspiciously looks at him.

DOCTOR NESBIT:

Does anyone know you have came here today?

BEVERLY:

No. I want to keep this a secret.

DOCTOR NESBIT:

But the father surely knows you’re here, right?

BEVERLY:

Not his decision.

DOCTOR NESBIT:

You are about to murder his child. I think he has as much right to know what’s
going on. Don’t you think?

BEVERLY:

Wrong. My body, my decision. And that’s final.

DOCTOR NESBIT:

My my, have you woke up on the wrong side of the bed?

BEVERLY:

What are you saying?

DOCTOR NESBIT:

I don’t want you to rush into this.

Maybe I should let you go home to think about this some more. And you can
let me know what’s your intentions later on.

BEVERLY:

I’ve done all that. It was an easy decision.

Doctor Nesbit scans Beverly’s file with his index finger, and then taps the page.
DOCTOR NESBIT:

Says here you’re 19. Maybe you should sit down with your parents.

And see what they think?

BEVERLY:

I’m sure my parents will side with me. That man’s a monster.

DOCTOR NESBIT:

It sounds like you hold a lot of anger in your heart. Maybe you’re right not to
bring this child into your home.

BEVERLY:

And what do you mean by that?

DOCTOR NESBIT:
You know what I mean. Quite frankly young lady I’ve seen this behaviour
before and you’ll only end up in the gutter.

BEVERLY:

What!

DOCTOR NESBIT:

Next it will be drugs, drink, prostitution. You name it, and you’ll be there.

BEVERLY:

This is ridiculous, I want a second opinion.

Doctor Nesbit presses the intercom button on his desk.

DOCTOR NESBIT:

Sally, please come in here.

SALLY knocks on the door briefly before opening and peering in.

SALLY:

You asked for me Doctor?

DOCTOR NESBIT:

Sally, this young lady wants to have an abortion without telling her parents
and the father. What is your opinion?

Sally walks into the office to stand side on with Doctor Nesbit’s desk.

SALLY:

Strictly speaking from a non- medical standing. I think she should let
everyone know what is going on.
DOCTOR NESBIT:

See, what did I tell you?

SALLY:

But it’s her body, so it’s her choice.

Beverly sits back into her chair smiling.

DOCTOR NESBIT:

What? Get out! I’ll have words with you later.

Sally leaves the office and slams the door behind her.
DOCTOR NESBIT:

Dismiss her last comment. She’s new here.

BEVERLY:

Sounds like you need to get your staff into order. And show them a firm hand.

DOCTOR NESBIT:

What?

BEVERLY:

Looks like your staff haven’t been provided with enough training. They don’t
know how to answer in a way you want them too.

DOCTOR NESBIT:

Let’s take a step back. I’m starting to notice a little hostility. How did your
pregnancy come about?
BEVERLY:

I was at a party with some friends. I had hardly touched a drop of alcohol and
before I knew it, it was the morning. That was a month ago.

DOCTOR NESBIT:

I see. Alcohol was the problem.

BEVERLY:

No, rohypnol was.

DOCTOR NESBIT:

Oh.

A long pause follows before Doctor Nesbit studies Beverly’s file closely one last
time.
DOCTOR NESBIT:

I can’t see that mentioned here. Bloody tempts.

Beverly exhales as she rolls her eyes.

BEVERLY:

And I thought I was going to have to spell it out to you. A wry smile creeps
onto Doctor Nesbit.

DOCTOR NESBIT:

I’ve got you booked in for ten o’clock Monday morning. Is that fine?

BEVERLY:

Great. See you there.

THE END.