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Doctor's Appointment

"I'm here for my appointment with... Dr. Quinn?" "Her office's in B4 down that hall, past the door to the Neurology department." "...Right. Ah. Thank you." He tried for a smile, but the receptionist didn't care much to even stick her nose up out from her ledgers to notice. Meant he didn't have to worry about her side-eyeing him anxiously tugging the ring on his collar, scared to death that passerby would pay notice. It hadn't been his first time at the clinic; it was just another in a long line of repeat visits, but the fact did little to stop him shrinking back into his hoodie against imagined eyes creeping up his back like prickling dagger