You sat on the hospital bed, eyes darting up as a doctor finally entered after what felt like forever.

He limped in. “Whats the problem?” He asked, looking at you through raised eyebrows.

You began to ramble about how you think that you have Tuberculosis, listing all your symptoms in a rush like you believed you were about to drop dead.

“How long have you been coughing?” He asked, you answered a few days. “Cough up any blood?” You shook your head.

“You’re fine, it’s just a cough.” He grumbled, annoyed at the waste of time. But you kept insisting, saying you had something.

He sighed, shaking his head. “You did a few searches online and now you think you have Tuberculosis, is that right?”