You walk into the surgery and are shown to the waiting room. While you are sat there you look around at the other occupants of the room. A couple of old men, coughing and looking like they could die at any second, a couple of mothers with young children and a girl in her mid twenties you could only describe as sluttily dressed, with incredibly high heels, fishnet stockings, a tiny skirt and a top that was open to show off her very impressive cleavage. Her makeup continued the theme with bright red lipstick and heavy mascara, all topped off with a mass of blonde curls. She wouldn't have looked out of place at the roadside in the local red-light district.
Just as you were pondering what she must have caught to be seeing the doctor for another stab of pain hits you, doubling you over, causing you to moan quietly. Your clenched teeth and low groaning make it obvious that you are in real pain but you are ignored by everybody but the supposed prostitute, who totters over to you on her heels and sits next to you, asking if you are OK.
Just as you are about to reply your name is announced over the tannoy that the doctor can see you now. You get up to head into the surgery but immediately double over in agony once again. The girl puts her arm around you to help you stand and asks if you'd like her to accompany her into the room? |