A check up

You wake up the next morning alone in bed. As you sit up in bed, almost like she knew you had just woken up, Abby walks in all dressed.

"Good morning," she says, holding some files and papers in her hands.

"Morning," you respond.

"I have to go run some errands and do some work on a project for a non-profit I'm involved in, but I just wanted to stop by and let you know you need to get a physical done. The driver's waiting outside for you, so any time you're ready," Abby says.

"A physical?" you say, still groggy.

"Yeah, for insurance purposes for Nigel's estate. It's routine. Nothing to worry about. Of course, you're much more healthier than Nigel, so I wouldn't worry about it."

"Ugh, I don't really want to go to a hospital," you groan.

"It's a small private hospital that caters to the rich and powerful. Nigel used to go there. It won't take long. Just go get it done, okay? I set everything up and did all the paperwork already, so you just have to go for the check up and then you're done," Abby says and she waits for you to reluctantly agree before she leaves. After that, you sigh, climb out of bed and jump into the shower to freshen up. You then change into fresh jeans and a t-shirt before you head down to the car waiting outside.