“Doctor Grey, if you don't mind, I have some place to be so let's make this very fast.”
Matt said as he pushed open the heavy wooden door to Dr. Grey's office.
Again, the faint scent of antiseptic mingled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.
“Welcome.” Grey greeted him. “Let's discuss, I won't take that long.”
The room was warm like he had seen it before, its walls lined with shelves of medical books and diplomas framed in polished wood.
Dr. Grey, as calm as he was with his silver streaked hair, got a seat from behind his desk.
When he had finally sat, he gestured for Matt to take a seat in the leather armchair across from him.
Matt was nervous, shivering like he had come in from a snow storm. Grey suspected he was still nervous.
“Calm down,” Dr. Grey said gently, his voice
