Back and forth we went, quickly turning over the two exam rooms and getting through the long list of patients. The doctor walked swiftly with a gun strapped to her waist while my watermelon socks in snake print clogs nipped at her heels. The weapon looked out of place against the pale blue of her scrubs, yet it was essential for her protection. She slid open each door, snapped a purple glove on her right hand, lifted the sheet covering the patients bare, shaking legs on metal stirrups, and did a quick pelvic exam. An exam not medically necessary but required by the state in order for the patient to get the pill that would end her pregnancy.