“Where are we going?” Shannon asked nervously.
CT Scan, the nurse wrote on the whiteboard hanging up on the wall.
“Oh, yippie,” Shannon mumbled. Closed-in spaces didn’t terrify her quite as much as rodents and heights, but they came pretty darn close.
The nurse at her right shoulder could see Shannon’s stress level rising and patted her arm as a way to try to comfort her. Shannon, meanwhile, focused on her breathing, and then on the light fixtures as she was wheeled down the hall, through a sharp left turn, and into what looked like a service elevator. One floor later, the doors opened, and two more right turns signaled the end of their trip.
She looked at the machine, with its menacing, gaping maw, and shuddered.
“I really, really don’t want to be in that thing,” she stammered.
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