EDNA
I waited somewhat nervously, my fingers wrung together as I paced back and forth in the waiting area.
The hospital was quiet, save for the occasional footsteps of nurses and the noises coming from medical equipment.
My mind kept repeating the same question.
What if it’s still the same thing? What if there’s no change at all?
The thoughts only made me even more uneasy and anxious.
After a long moment of waiting that felt like ages, a nurse finally approached me.
“Mrs. Delvin, the Doctor is ready to meet you now.”
“Thank you.”
I gathered myself and followed the nurse who led me to the consultation room.
Arriving at the office, I sat down opposite her with my hands clasped nervously on my lap.
She glanced at the reports on her table before raising her head to look at me.
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