Disarmed
Trying to sit still in the waiting room amidst the page-turning, soft coughs, and punctuating whirrs of machinery was driving her directly to insanity. She looked down wistfully at the perfectly manicured nails on her clammy hand.
“Mrs. Adderson?” said the nurse, pleasantly, as her red left pupil dilated noticeably from across the room.
“Miss. Yes?”
“Doctor Faden will see you now. Right this way.”
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