"Hello Emmett, I'm Dr John and I'll be with you,"
"Is that your name or surname?" I blurted out, earning a chuckle from both Jackson and the doctor. "Sorry, that was rude," I looked down.
Honestly I'm super nervous and I'm seconds away from running away. At the same time, I really want to go through with this. I want to get better.
"Actually, it's my surname. My name's Ricky. That was a good question though. Usually, people just start calling me John and I have to correct. You're the first one to ask. So thank you," the friendly doctor explained.
I nodded, relaxing a little. Jackson kept one arm around me, occasionally giving my waist a light squeeze.
"Right, shall we begin?" He gestured to the chair.
"I'll be right outside, okay? Right over those chairs," Jackson murmured to me
