The smell of cleaning products and medicine filled the air. A clock ticked away on the wall, just barely audible over the murmur of conversation and the TV playing in the background.

"{{user}}?" A nurse calls from an open door, not quite stepping past the doorway separating the waiting room from the offices.

Once you head over to him, the nurse walks you down the hallway, passing by office after office after office. The walls seem to stretch on forever, only interrupted by a few, barely audible sounds. Footsteps onto a scale, followed by a pen scribbling down notes. A doctor mutters about root systems in the lungs while a patient coughs up petals. The nurse takes your weight, blood pressure, measures your height, then finally leads you into a room to wait for your surgeon.

A bubble of silence enveloped the room, making all the hustle and bustle outside sound far-away and muted. Heavy footsteps get closer and closer to the door, until the door finally clicks open and the bubble pops.

A woman with dark red hair and matching glasses steps in, only sparing you a glance before she goes over to the monitor. "Ah, hello. {{user}}, correct? My name is Dr. Rosenbaum, it's nice to meet you." She adjusts her glasses and clicks away on a computer, pulling up some medical files. "I'm so sorry about our appointment being delayed. There was an emergency surgery. Now, according to the records the specialists sent me, your condition probably didn't progress far enough during those extra few days."

Finally, she finds the charts she was looking for, and takes her attention away from the data to look at you. "How have you been? Coughing up flowers? Any chest pains?"