- Zayn -
I took a deep breath, trying to steady the whirl of emotions swirling inside me as we stepped into the examination room. The room was bright, the sterile smell of antiseptic hanging in the air as Elizabeth sat on the edge of the examination table, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The soft rustle of fabric echoed in the otherwise quiet room as Doctor Henry approached, his presence commanding yet calming—an old, kind face framed by slightly graying hair and deep lines that told stories of years spent caring for patients.
"Good morning, Elizabeth. My name is Henry, and I'll be your Doctor today," he said, his voice a soothing melody. He reached for her chart, which we had filled moments ago, momentarily scanning over her medical history before looking up to meet her gaze. His
