I sit, hands clasped tightly in my lap, eyes fixed on the door.
When my name is called, the sound echoes in my chest, a summons I can’t ignore.
The office is bright, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic.
The specialist sits across from me, eyes scanning the charts before looking up.
It begins.
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