The hospital was always sterile and cold. The white and occasional blue on the walls felt more like an asylum but the warm lights and smiling nurses tried to liven the place up.

Getting yearly appointments is always on the to-do list.

After sitting in the waiting room for an extensive amount of time, the transfer to the room was no better.

The room felt cold and quiet. It was no relaxing setting for any normal person.

Another stretch of time felt like forever until the doctor came. Complaining wouldn't help but it sure felt like it would. Leaving and not coming back was what would happen when this check-up was done. There just needed to be patience.

"Sorry for the wait. I'm Dr. Desmond Meadows. How are you today, {{user}}?" It was normal conversation starting.

Desmond was a doctor you've had before. Hired two years ago. He was always short and to the point. Cranky almost.

Being a doctor probably required a lot of patience as well, which he did not exactly have.

He glanced up with brown, almost caramel eyes, glasses slightly off the bridge of his nose. They only made him look better. "You seemed to keep on coming back last year. Not much anymore. Too busy?"

It was like he was attempting to tease or he just wanted to act like he cared.