Nervously, my eyes moved from Dr Vic's face, to his paper-filled desk, to the clicking clock on the wall. Focusing had become so hard for me and whenever I tried to concentrate, focusing became harder.
"What was the result of your previous task? Dr Vic asked me again. I got lost when I heard the question the first time. Asking me again when I couldn't get answers was a tricky move from Dr Vic.
My heart raced in my ribcage as I replayed everything that had happened since the last time I had met Dr Vic and none of my experiences had a positive impact.
"What if I told you I couldn't carry out the task?" I tried my luck with Dr Vic.
"What if you gave me a good reason for skipping the task?" Dr Vic replied immediately.
My eyes flickered from his face to the file on his desk. I watched
