MARK:
As I stepped into the doctor's office, my heart pounded in my chest, meeting his gaze.
The office smelled of disinfectant, and the air conditioning cooled my skin.
“Welcome, Mark,” Dr. Anthony said. He was a middle-aged man and he had taken care of me a few times in the past.
“Doctor, how is my girlfriend?” I asked, my voice quavering as I feared what he would say.
Dr. Anthony smiled and gestured for me to have a seat. “Mark, I wasn’t expecting you so soon,” he said as I greeted him and settled across from him.
“Good afternoon, Doc. I didn’t expect to show up either. How’s my girlfriend doing?” I asked, a wave of uneasiness crashed on me as I saw Dr. Anthony’s expression harden.
“You are lucky that she didn’t fall too hard,” he said, his tone steady but serious.
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