She sat alone, waiting for the doctor. Or would it be a nurse? A counselor maybe.
God, why don’t they hurry up?
Cold and clammy, she gripped the vinyl table, peeling up her bare legs one at a time and repositioning them. The sound of the paper gown and table cover crinkling and echoing in the otherwise silent room startled her.
I hate it here.
She shook her head in frustration.