“Hello, Miss Reynolds.”
“Uh, hi.” The curly haired girl greeted the tall, lanky, smiling doctor who had just entered her room after a brief knock, a surprised look on her face. “You’re not the doctor who assessed me earlier.” She pointed out with a frown, and truly, he wasn’t. That one had been old, and quite pleasant, this one looked young and… well, quite pleasant too.
“No, I’m not.” He agreed, the smile not leaving his face for a minute. “I’m Zack Mueller, licensed psychologist,”
“Right, right.” Lacy’s tone was dismissive as she cut him off, her demeanor agitated. If she wanted to have a meet and greet, she would have been seated at some fancy restaurant for starters or a boring conference even… not a bloody hospital for crying out loud. “So, can I go home now? Look, there’s nothing
