Time and focus evaded the likes of me, ever since that doomed day. Who would've thought calling him dead would eat my peace away? My life in ironies.
Intuition. The ability to understand something with instincts rather than one's conscious reasoning. That uncanny nagging at the back of your mind persistently working as a premonition. Could be positive or negative. Currently though? Mine's beating off in blaring negatives.
Ease. The word sounds like a far-off luxury. Mixed emotions course through me as I'm directed to the doctor's office, with the receptionist telling it would be a half hour wait. This was bound to happen when you try to see a surgeon sans appointment.
A hard-oak desk was placed before a glass wall with long white blinds, filing and storage cabinets stood to the wall beside the desk, a door to the left led to the examination room, ergonomic chairs for patients, a light peach pomona flop sofa with magazines spread on the coffee table. This space was designed for efficiency albeit with the doctor's personal flair for art which covered random joints. Those pieces don't fit in with the carefully chosen layout the hospital was going by and hence it's an easy guess that these belong to the man who works here. Though mismatched it adds character to the room.
I'm immersed in my book when I hear the door click shut, closing the book I turn to see the doctor reading charts as he sits behind his desk. He then places the charts aside and looks at his appointments as he greets me
"Hello Ms.Wayne, I'm Dr.Preston Isi-" he stops abruptly as he finally looks up
"Hi" I smile effectively freezing him
"Faith?" he says as his eyes bulge out in shock and I smile in reply
"Are you alright?" he asks seriously
"Yes"
"Faith I mean are you healthy?"
"I am perfectly healthy Preston" I smile reassuring him
"Alright. Alright!" he exhales relieved
"What brings you here, if it isn't a consultation?" he asks as his body exudes tension
"Killing time" I smile slightly
"you didn't find any other place to do it?"
"What's wrong with this one?" I ask bewildered
"A hospital Faith? Hospitals are bad news"
"Not what a Doctor should be saying, besides they're not always bad news – births, cures, therapies, so much good news" I smile brightly
"Who's the Doctor here?" he says sullenly
"You tell me"
"Seeing you in that chair nearly gave me a stroke" he huffs grumpily
"Isn't a doctor supposed to be emotionally immune?" I quirk an eyebrow
"He generally is, excepting situations where his best friend who's been AWOL for years suddenly shows up in the hospital he's working with a new name and with a sudden appointment" he leans back into his chair while fixing me with a glare that could make lesser humans cower. Lesser being the operative word
"Ah, now that you do put it in such clear words...what do you expect me to do? Applaud you for a lecture well delivered or apologize for the sudden appointment?" I push further knowing this would effectively blow his lid
"You maddening cretin do you understand what you'v-" he stops shouting mid-sentence staring at me for a moment before roaring into deep laughter
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Peeking Magma
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