Gemotions

The rain hammered against the clinic's windows, creating a soundtrack of insistent drumming. Inside, the air crackled with a strange, static energy. She adjusted the oversized scarf around her neck, pulling it up to partially cover her face, as if she were in the act of preparing to rob a bank.

A voice, surprisingly smooth, called out. “Waiting on the diagnosis, too?”

She dropped the scarf, grinned, and said, “Could be worse! At least we're not waiting in line at the DMV, right?” Her laughter, a bubbling sound, filled the space between them.

The man across from her raised his eyebrows, a small smile playing on his lips. “I'm assuming you’ve got a handle on the situation.”

“Well, let’s just say I have some ideas… mostly involving a trip to Vegas.”