Choices

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.

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