The doctor walked into the room that I was in, doing so in such a casual manner that I could do nothing more than stare at her and wonder what her reason for coming in here was. I knew for a fact that it wasn’t for her to speak to me, because by the looks of it, she wasn’t even slightly concerned about me or what I was doing. She wasn’t even looking at me.
She had begun to go through the cabinets that lined the wall, a deep frown on her face. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought that whatever she was looking for was something important. If it was, it was obvious that she wasn’t finding it.
I knew that I wouldn’t be able to help her with her search, but I found myself feeling like I needed to acknowledge what she was doing, like I needed to acknowledge the fact that she was
