pk.
Bluelighter
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He scratches his pen against the paper, loud in the desert-like quietness of the room, the hum of the airconditioner pushes out frosty wind. His glance, dull, traces my body, and then momentarily gazess into my eyes, briefly. His expression is familiar, almost concerning but not quite. Too many weak bodies have walked through these doors for any empathy to exist here.
Once the prescription is clawed at by his pen he lazily hands it to me and murmurs that I should start off taking 5mg's of this particular drug. It's my first visit, I guess he knows me better than myself or my family or my close friends. I hesitate, almost rejecting the piece of paper that he hands me but I stop and remember the expense of this visit and my current state of mind and reluctantly fold it and place it in my back pocket.
Once the prescription is clawed at by his pen he lazily hands it to me and murmurs that I should start off taking 5mg's of this particular drug. It's my first visit, I guess he knows me better than myself or my family or my close friends. I hesitate, almost rejecting the piece of paper that he hands me but I stop and remember the expense of this visit and my current state of mind and reluctantly fold it and place it in my back pocket.