Alice Smith hated scrutiny.
It didn’t matter that it was from the careful eye of a dermatologist as the woman studied her skin. “Hmmm…” the doctor tilted her face with a gloved hand underneath the glaring lamp light. She squinted her eyes, the doctor telling her to relax her muscles. She was thankful that Blake and Daniel were outside at the lounge area, it was really dark except for the single light and a bunch of candles.
She was faced to do a series of skin tests for the past few minutes. A great example involved scraping some skin cells! She wasn’t sure if dermatologists actually did that but she endured the awful scent of the gloves which smelled like sickbay.
The scented candles offered no solace—rose or peach she wasn’t sure?
When she was finally free to go, she was skittish li
