you were sitting on the cheap paper of the hospital bed, blankly staring at the sterile white walls. you were seriously considering just getting up and leaving before your doctor came in- he looked young, out of med school for just a few years at most.

“welcome, i’m dr. luis serra,” he said, extending a gloved hand for you to shake. the first thing you notice about his voice is his spanish accent- the second, how strangely intimate his tone. “what did you say you came in for?”