A Short Story : A Story?

While the man before her speaks, she examines her surroundings, perplexed by her situation. She tries to digest what the Doctor before her is saying, but due to her confusion, she can only comprehend fragments.

“Uh, yeah! Sure!” When I knew I was l alone I ran all over town looking for the source of the snow. I finally found it at an abandoned warehouse just outside of town. I waited a couple of seconds before saying something but before I could, someone spoke.

"Later." he replied putting his headphones back on, resuming whatever he was doing. You walked back down the hallway and gave Stacy another thank you and goodbye.

Standing behind the receptionist desk I met Mary, she was talking to the receptionist. I expected a thin tall middle age lady with short hair cover in hair spray. Instead she was short and stout; also she had small beaming eyes with round bubbly cheeks. Her dark brown hair, pull back in a bun, complemented her pale skin. Mary was wearing a pair of brown scrubs with blue lining and white sneakers. She had the appearance of a health professional.

“Eric Rodriguez? Doctor Gray is ready to see you,” a petite woman shouted. The assistant was dressed in fresh Tory Burch flats, so new her rubber soles were tracing black skids, leaving residue on the freshly polished floors of the doctor’s linoleum. All black scrubs, buttons popping at the seams, her effortless grin wrinkled her cheeks and forehead in excitement. She lead me down a dark hallway lit from the dim opening of a white room at the end of the hall. The door clanked and hinged until it was overhead, sending echoes throughout the office. The pungent smell of disinfectant and rubber gloves grew prominent immediately after the door latched. I smiled. Carefully scurrying through the door, I reached the step on the bed. Lying rather uncomfortably on the examination table while shielding my eyes from the tremendous glare that reflected off the fluorescent lights, I fidgeted nervously, my hand tremor heightened by my level of anxiety, desperately trying to ignore the gloominess of the situation. My heart beat a little faster as I sat there for a moment and took the whole scene in. I attempted to stay focused on staying warm in the

“Just on time, his is Dr. Camden,” Dr. Tindol said interrupting my haze, “ He’ll be showing you around today.”

She walked all the way to the end of the hall passing dozens of rooms before stopping at the last door on the right. Olivia stopped, then turned to face me before she said, "Your duty while volunteering here is going to be patient consultant. And I'm assigning you to Mr. Mackenire." Patient consultant? What the heck does that mean? I must have looked as clueless as I felt in my mind, however Olivia didn't seem to notice.

“Ms. Aline, we have some bad news,” said the older man in the suit. The somber look on his dark-mustached face reminded me of an ER doc who’d had to do this routine too many times to lose much sleep over it.

Walking down that corridor, she moved skittishly, yet she propelled herself forward, this was important. She desperately craved for her mother to realize that no matter what passed between them, she still would be there for her. Hopefully her mother would realize she loved Melanie, and they would take a stab at being a real family. A real family relationship, that’s all Mel ever desired. As the corridor branched, she located the doorway leading into the visiting center. She walked slowly and confidently into the area.

After about 2 hours, Susan entered his office with a tender knock. Startled, Calvin jumps up. “Yes?!” he asks. “Doctor, the patient would like to speak to you,”

You’re in good hands.” The doctor began, “let me catch you up on what's going on here.”

Stacy, sit,” Dr. Avis spoke, and Danny, who had been lingering just in front of the double doors, strode forward to sit in one of the plush white chairs just in front of Dr. Avis’s desk. It was also at this time that Danny got the first glimpse of her doctor. The woman was extremely beautiful by Danny’s standards. She observed Danny through the lenses of black cat eye glasses. Her eyeliner was wing out at a sharp edge that looked like it could kill a man, and her lips were a soft orchid pink. Dr. Avis’s brunette hair was pulled up in a classy, but admittedly messy, bun atop her head with a swept fringe and fly-away hairs framing her face. The loose fitted black button up the doctor wore was unbuttoned just enough to show the smooth cream of her chest and the beginnings of cleavage. At the line between her breast hung an anatomically correct heart necklace that Danny was immediately fond

She flicked through her clipboard, and entered the last room on her list, which incidentally happened to be Lupin’s room.

I walked into the room and I saw Mr. Steven. Bruno walked in behind me. "Here you go Mr. Steven."

The sound of a door creaking open caught my attention. She was there, standing in the doorway with an expression I couldn’t read.