Lisa sat on the edge of the uncomfortable plastic chair in the sterile hospital waiting room, her hands clasped tightly together in her lap.
She glanced nervously at Clara, who was pacing back and forth across the room, her brow furrowed with worry.
The minutes stretched into what felt like hours, each tick of the clock echoing in the quiet tension of the room.
Finally, the door swung open, and the Doctor entered with a solemn expression on his face. Lisa's heart sank as she waited for him to speak, her mind racing through a thousand worst-case scenarios. Clara stopped pacing abruptly and stood still, her eyes fixed on the doctor.
"Lisa, Clara," Doctor began, his voice gentle yet serious, "I'm pleased to inform you that everything was successful. You will be able to overcome the fear c
