"Lyds, you can't say that shit," Beetlejuice scolded. "What if they figure us out? What if those government fucks put out a bounty on us, and these losers are greedy enough to turn us in for cold, hard cash?" Okay, maybe he was being dramatic, but still.

Luckily, Barbara seemed to think that it was just a weird joke. She let it slide. "It's okay hun. Just try to be more mindful of it."

They arrived at the doctor's office. Only one car sat in the parking lot, and a light was on inside. Adam helped Lydia out of the van, and Beetlejuice floated after them inside.

Dr. Whitman was an older gentlemen. He had kind eyes and white hair. Currently, he was wearing a wrinkled button up shirt and sweat pants, having left the house at short notice. 

"You must be the young lady Adam called me about," He said, smiling at Lydia. "Let me take a look at that arm, and I'll ask you a few questions." 

The Maitlands opted to wait in the lobby, but Beetlejuice wasn't about to leave Lydia alone with some stranger, let alone a doctor. He followed them into the exam room. Dr. Whitman busied himself setting up the X-ray machine, and carefully began asking questions.

"Miss Delia, was it?" He asked. "I need to know what tests to run. These people that took you, did they touch you anywhere that made you uncomfortable?" 

"Well, this is some awkward shit," Beetlejuice commented from where he was floating near the ceiling, arms crossed. "He thinks those assholes diddled you, kid. Just tell him no and save yourself from having to be swabbed." BJ's bluntness was astounding, but also completely true. 

Dr. Whitman took a few x-rays of Lydia's arm, and was waiting on the results.