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It's not the full idea you wanted, since I don't really write loli. But the basic idea gave me inspiration.

Full-Service Clinic.
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The Emerson Valley Full-Service Reproductive Care Hospital opened its door on Monday ready for another bright week of caring for women's reproductive needs.
Not more than a half-hour into the day was the hospital's first scheduled visit, for Dr. Albert Casch.

"Doctor Casch? Mrs. Willis is here." The clinics secretary peeked her head into the office of the healthy graying gentleman in his fifties.

"Willis? Oh, yes. Send her into the operating room. I'll be there in a second." He waved her out as he signed off on the last few forms. The amount of paperwork these facilities were still required to fill out was amazing.

In as little time as he could manage, the doctor made his way to the operating room. It had the appearance of a typical medical facility of its type. Similar to a dentists office for the stirrup chair in the middle and scattering of tables with various medical tools about the edges of the room. Sitting in that chair was a dark-haired woman in her mid-forties with an unremarkable housewives body. Not homely, but neither particularly attractive. She was also obviously pregnant, perhaps making a fair judgment of her appearance difficult.

"Hello Mrs. Willis. According to the paperwork you've reached your child limit and need to problem taken care of?" He greeted her with a friendly smile while simultaneously seeking confirmation that everything was as it appeared on paper.

She was clearly relieved to no longer be left alone in a doctor's office.

"That's the make of it. My husband gave me another girl here and that puts me one over the limit. Not many clinics around here handle full-service abortions, so here I am." Like most of his clients, she was undisturbed about the operation.

Dr. Casch was thankful for that. Although the clinic got few fighters, of the three on staff doctors, he was the most likely to be given such jobs. Further this was nice because the easy-going housewives at their child limit were his favorite. No fuss, no confusion.

"Alright then. We can start whenever you are comfortable. Will you be wanting the ASP or B option?" He gently lowered the chair into position as he asked her.

"ASP. I heard it works just like going under on anesthetic."

"That it does." He offered a comforting smile.

He turned around and pulled up two rolling tables of tools: One with a selection of syringes, and one of surgical devices. He fixed her ankles into the stirrups and wrapped a cord around her neck, tying it off onto a spool like device on the back of the chair. Finally, he grabbed one of the syringes.

"I will begin by inducing labor. This will be very painful. Try to remain calm. Unfortunately, law mandates that I cannot begin ASP treatment until the pregnancy has been terminated. "

The brunette gripped the chair tightly and nodded. She was clearly somewhat nervous, if composed, now that the operation was getting underway.

Dr. Casch delivered the injection with medical precision and care. The woman quickly began moaning in discomfort and experiencing slight convulsions.
The doctor patiently waited between her bound legs, watching for the fetus to emerge.

The convulsions gradually became more severe, as did her cries of distress. After nearly four minutes of waiting, a small underdeveloped body began to emerge into the world.

The doctor carefully held onto its head with his right hand, grabbing a pair of surgical shears with his left. The moment the body had fully emerged, wet and wriggling, out of its mother the doctor deftly snapped the shears shut around its neck. Silencing the tiny body forever.

Dr. Casch moved swiftly to deposit the body on one of the waiting tables, freeing his hands to press a button on the operating chair.

Mrs. Willis, weary from just giving premature birth, found her airflow gradually cut off as the wire on the chair wound onto the spool. Her body continued to react involuntarily, as it had through the entire operation, convulsing and shaking. Her eyes began to gloss over and lose focus. It wasn't long before only faint twitches came from the brunette's body.

Dr. Casch calmly held his finger to her wrist, counting her pulse until no signs of life remained.

"Janice!" He called to the front desk as he emerged from the operating room. "Please arrange for the disposal of two bodies of medical waste."

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Around halfway through the day a young woman entered the building.

Doubtfully any older than 19, with short blonde hair showing erratic pink and blue highlights. Her petite body showed only the slightest signs of pregnancy. Her confused gait, unhealthy pallor, and oblivious expression pointed to heavy drug use though.

"I want an abortion." Her voice was slightly slurred. Though she did not sound completely incoherent.

"Do you have a-"

"Like, can I have one now? Here?" The secretaries question was cut off by the girl's followup.

"Excuse me, but I'm going to need you to focus. Can you do that?" The secretary firmly asked the girl.

"Huh? Uh, ok." The blonde mumbled.

"Good. Now take a deep breath." She pointedly stared at the girl until she listened. "This is a full-service clinic. Are you aware what that means?"

"Yeah, but can't you just-."

"No, we cannot. The law is very clear that reproductive clinics can only be licensed to provide one type of service. Watchdogs are constantly prying, desperate to find violations. Now in some cities I could just point you down the street and that would be that. But as I'm sure you have already found, we are the only provider in Emerson Valley. So can I be frank with you?"

"Uh, sure. Yeah." The girl nodded.

"Thank you. I'm going to need you to shake some of that crack daze out of your damaged brain long enough to perform actual, coherent consent. Then I need you to decide if you want a full-service abortion. Can you do that?"

The blonde's face flitted through a series of emotions at almost breakneck speed.

"Sure. I ca-"

"Please stop." This time the secretary interrupted. "Get yourself a drink of water. There is a dispenser over to your left. Then I'm going to need you to take a cup, and splash it over your face. After that, you will quietly sit outside for one half-hour. After I have personally seen you do all of that, we can talk."

The girl mutely listened. She sat outside, watching the sun reach its zenith and slowly sink. Her eyes slowly cleared, and though her face never gained the healthy expression of a fully cognizant woman, she at least even in that short time began to look remotely normal.

Once nearly forty-five minutes had passed she walked back through the door.

"Okay, I'm ready." Her voice sounded more steady.

"Good. And have you come to a decision?"

"Yeah. Who am I kidding? My boyfriend knocked me up, won't stick around for a kid. I need to pull tricks just to keep the coke coming in. My life is fucked, straight up the ass. I'll take the full service. I need it."

The secretary calmly nodded.

"Fill out these forms. Dr. Sander should be available in fifteen minutes." She slid a clipboard holding around five forms across. The blonde mutely accepted and began to fill them out as the secretary went back to inform the doctor.

By the time fifteen minutes had passed she was still clumsily filling out papers. The secretary patiently waited as she stared confused at the questions and blatantly scrawled gibberish to cover her ignorance. Eventually she handed over the almost comical mess of a document to the secretary.

"Down the hall. First door on your left." Were the simple instructions given her, as the secretary examined the papers to see just how she justify them to a court if ever needed.

When the blonde arrived in the operating room she was greeted by an African-American woman in her mid-thirties.

"Hello, I am Dr. Sander. I will be performing your operation today. And you are?" She offered her hand to the girl.

"Uh, you can just call me Kat. I don't really care." The blonde mumbled, pointedly ignoring the handshake.

"Alright Kat. Please sit in the chair." She gestured to the operating chair in the middle of the room.

The blonde obeyed, limply flopping her body onto the chair and closing her eyes.

"Can we just get this over with?" She asked bluntly.

"I can begin immediately. I'll just need you to tell me if you want ASP or B treatment."

"Huh? What the hell is that?"

The doctor sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, nearly breaking her calm and reassuring demeanor for a second.

"The papers you were given to sign upon entrance should have explained all the details." She replied after a moment to collect herself.

"I couldn't really read all that medical shit y'know? I know what I'm here for so that should pretty much cover it."

The doctor made a not to talk to Janice after this was done. Clearly more care needed to be taken in coaching potential patients.

"ASP stands for asphyxiation. It means I set the chair up to garrote you after termination of your pregnancy is safely completed. B stands for bullet. It means I have a nurse standing by to shoot you in the head upon the same."

The blonde thought for a moment. "I guess I'll take B. I mean, no reason not to take the quickest, right?"

"If that's your decision then we may proceed." The doctor nodded respectfully to her patient.

"Nurse!" She called out to the hallway. A young brunette, in her early to mid twenties, responded.

"I need you to standby for a B treatment." The doctor instructed.

She turned back to her subject and examined her for a moment.

"You're still to early to induce labor reliably. I think the safest approach is to perform a chemical abortion. This will be painful, but it should be over quickly."

The blonde just numbly nodded.

The older woman simply grabbed a syringe off one of the tables lining the operating room. She gestured to the nurse who drew a very small pistol out of a drawer and stood behind the chair, out of view of the patient.

The doctor slid the blonde's shirt up exposing her belly, after a few moments of caution to align her hand she plunged her syringe into the girl's stomach.

The blonde instantly winced. The doctor slowly injected a clear fluid. After she drew out the needle all three occupants of the room just waited.

"Oh, fucking Jesus it hurts." The blonde cringed in agony after a minute.

"Don't worry this is a normal response. Just ride out the pain and it will all be over." Dr. Sander attempted to calm the patient in a professional manner.

"Sweet fucking god! You clearly have no fucking clue how much this hurts bitch! Gah!" The girl was contorting in pain and gripping her stomach. This continued for the next two minutes as doctor and nurse waited out the blonde's cries of pain.

After she seemed to settle into some sort of cramping, uncomfortable calm, the doctor grabbed an empty syringe. Another quick jab, and she drew a murky bloody sample from the same point she had injected earlier.

"Fetal termination confirmed." She declared after a moments examination of the contents.

She nodded to the nurse, who responded by leveling the small pistol at the distracted girl's head.

One clean shot to the head sprayed her scrubs with a light mist of blood.

The bullet was too weak to exit the skull. After two and a half minutes the doctor checked the girl's pulse before nodding to the nurse again.

Two more bullets to the head finally did the job.

"I wish the state didn't mandate these pathetic .22 rounds. Safety my ass. They just want to show videos of catatonic girls accidentally left in operating rooms or some shit that has nothing to do with us and everything to do with their bullshit rules." The nurse griped.

"And I wish for a world without girls like this who have to rush in because the world dumped far too many problems on their shoulders. You would think we would be past this. Poverty and ruined lives. But we can only do our best, can't we?" She exited the operating room.

"You'll see to the body?"

"Of course." The nurse smiled.