The Clinic That Shouldn’t Exist
I don’t know if I was a dream, hallucinating, or am simply losing my mind but It started with a headache, sharp pulsing pain behind my eyes that refused to fade instead I ignored it at first but by evening it had grown unbearable I needed help
That's when I saw the clinic I had walked this street a hundred times before but I had never noticed it The building was small almost hidden between two tall structures
No signboard, no name just a simple Clinic, Inside everything was too quiet. The air smelled sterile, the fluorescent lights buzzed faintly and the receptionist a woman with sharp cheekbones, greeted me before I even spoke at this point I was already in fear, I forced a polite nod and muttered about my headache then She gestured toward a door, Room three The doctor is waiting, ahhh waiting for Me how, I have given my name I should have turned around and left But the pain in my head clouded my judgment.
so I pushed open the door, Inside a doctor stood he was backing me studying an X-ray The moment I stepped in he spoke without turning, You’ve been having the headaches for three days now, haven’t you, at this point my breath caught in my throat I had but I hadn’t told anyone, "You came later than expected.” He finally turned to face me Don’t be afraid,he said “You belong here now.” I can't still comprehend, When I woke up I was in the receptionist’s chair Wearing her white coat Hands folded Waiting.
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