Minutes pass, though they feel like hours.
The door finally opens, and the doctor enters, clipboard in hand.
We exchange brief pleasantries, and he begins his examination.
“So, what brings you in today?” he asks, eyes focused on his notes.
I explain the skin issues, pointing out the patches and discolorations.
He listens, nodding occasionally, but his expression remains unreadable.
“We’ll run some tests,” he says, scribbling quickly on a form.
His words offer little comfort, leaving me in a limbo of uncertainty.
Back in the waiting room, the nurse hands me a paper with instructions.
The tests are scheduled for later in the week.
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