The distinct scent of disinfectant instantly prickles my nose, and the sterile white walls seem to close in around me, as I step into the medical building. Jessica, the trainee assigned to guide me, leads the way through a corridor, her footsteps echoing against the linoleum floor. Finally, we arrive at what looks like a doctor's office, a pristine space where desks are meticulously arranged, and the soft glow of fluorescent lights casts a clinical hue over everything. A row of comfortable-looking chairs lines one wall, offering a sense of calm to those waiting.
Jessica gestured towards the front desk, her smile strained but polite.
"You can check in here, Zara," she says, her voice carrying a hint of formality.
I offer her a quick thank you, noticing the tension in her shoulders as s
