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Chapter 49:- White
WHITE
The lady's office was white. Nondescript, except that everything was white. Even the furniture. Even the flowers on the little white tables on the white tiles of the white waiting room. It gave the distinct impression that you were in a dream. That it couldn't be reality.
I followed her shyly down a white corridor to a white door with a silver plaque.
Linda S. Field, MD
I bit my lip nervously. I'm not sure I should have come here.
After the waiting room and the halls, her office seemed like an explosion of color. The walls were a pleasant light green; the floors were wooden. The desk and several bookshelves were made of dark wood. There was a dark green couch and big windows with green curtains. I shouldn't be here.
"You can sit, " she told me, smiling and indicating the couch. I sat on the edge cautiously. She powered on the slick computer on her desk, then looked at me again. "Can I call your parents?"
"You could try," I replied. My voice sounded hoarse to me.
"Can you give me the number? And maybe your mom's name?"
"Sure." I told her the house phone number and my mother's name, knowing perfectly that the house was empty at the moment.
"Hmm. No one seems to be there."
Hmm… Imagine that.
"I have to see a patient," Linda said. She paused and waited for a reply; she didn't get one. "You can stay here for now, if you don't have anywhere else to go."
"I could go home," I pointed out.
"No," she said firmly. "You just tried to kill yourself. You aren't going anywhere alone."
I doubted she could stop me. I didn't say anything in response, though admittedly I was a little surprised by the straight-forward way she said it; most people dance around the issue as if they are afraid to say the words.
"Actually..." she paused, thoughtfully. "Dr. Kelley has no appointments today. Maybe you should talk to her."
I really, really, really did not want to do that. But I wasn't being given a choice in the matter. Linda was already on the phone with a Sandra Kelley, explaining the situation as if I was not in the room. I flinched as she described our meeting.
"Come on, I'll take you to her office," Linda said, smiling. I found it to be slightly menacing. She escorted me out of the office, back to the whiteness, and steered me down another empty white hallway. It was eerily quite, as if we were the only ones there.
WHITE
The lady's office was white. Nondescript, except that everything was white. Even the furniture. Even the flowers on the little white tables on the white tiles of the white waiting room. It gave the distinct impression that you were in a dream. That it couldn't be reality.
I followed her shyly down a white corridor to a white door with a silver plaque.
Linda S. Field, MD
I bit my lip nervously. I'm not sure I should have come here.
After the waiting room and the halls, her office seemed like an explosion of color. The walls were a pleasant light green; the floors were wooden. The desk and several bookshelves were made of dark wood. There was a dark green couch and big windows with green curtains. I shouldn't be here.
"You can sit, " she told me, smiling and indicating the couch. I sat on the edge cautiously. She powered on the slick computer on her desk, then looked at me again. "Can I call your parents?"
"You could try," I replied. My voice sounded hoarse to me.
"Can you give me the number? And maybe your mom's name?"
"Sure." I told her the house phone number and my mother's name, knowing perfectly that the house was empty at the moment.
"Hmm. No one seems to be there."
Hmm… Imagine that.
"I have to see a patient," Linda said. She paused and waited for a reply; she didn't get one. "You can stay here for now, if you don't have anywhere else to go."
"I could go home," I pointed out.
"No," she said firmly. "You just tried to kill yourself. You aren't going anywhere alone."
I doubted she could stop me. I didn't say anything in response, though admittedly I was a little surprised by the straight-forward way she said it; most people dance around the issue as if they are afraid to say the words.
"Actually..." she paused, thoughtfully. "Dr. Kelley has no appointments today. Maybe you should talk to her."
I really, really, really did not want to do that. But I wasn't being given a choice in the matter. Linda was already on the phone with a Sandra Kelley, explaining the situation as if I was not in the room. I flinched as she described our meeting.
"Come on, I'll take you to her office," Linda said, smiling. I found it to be slightly menacing. She escorted me out of the office, back to the whiteness, and steered me down another empty white hallway. It was eerily quite, as if we were the only ones there.
