I followed the nurse down the hall, each step feeling heavier than the last. My palms were damp, and no matter how many times I rubbed them against my jeans, the sweat kept coming back.
The nurse stopped in front of a closed door with a little brass plaque that read Dr. Sean and gave me an apologetic look before she knocked gently.
"Come in," came a low voice from inside
She pushed the door open and gestured for me to enter.
"He's waiting for you."
I swallowed, nodded, and stepped inside.
Inside the doctor's office
The office was tidy but somehow still felt claustrophobic. Shelves lined the walls, stuffed with medical charts. A fake potted plant drooped in the corner.
The doctor…Dr Sean- a man in his late forties, with deep lines around his eyes and grey stripes on his hair, was sitting behind the desk, scrolling through something on his computer screen.
He looked up when I came in, removing his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose like he'd already had a long day.
