The Waiting Room

Everything hurts, but somehow I keep focused on the man across the room who is bald, far too large for his chair and muttering anxiously to himself. I’m in the waiting room though I don’t know why. All I know is that everything hurts and they can fix it. “Mrs. Walsch”  murmurs a calm voice causing me to break my concentration from the large man now trembling in his chair. “The doctor will see you now.” Now on my feet, following the nurse through a set of double doors, I can still hear the man in the background. “Sarah Noo” he shrieks, it’s his first discernible sentence  “Sorry” replies the nurse “sometimes he overreacts when he’s nervous.”  “Fine” I think to myself as the doors close behind me, “but how does he know my name?”