Alyssa hated waiting. Sitting in the waiting room, the old magazines looking up at her, she focused on the huge gaudy print across the room. It practically took up the whole wall. The scene as alright, she guessed, but that bird seemed unnatural. Mocking her. Just hanging there, motionless, like she was.
Alyssa looked up as another patient was called, then returned her frustrated gaze to the bird. She too was stuck in this endless moment, unable to make any plans. Finally, Alyssa’s name was called. She followed the pink scrubs down the hall, past the exam rooms to the office. After greeting her, the doctor sat back in his chair.
“I won’t make you wait, Alyssa,” he told her gently. “The tests were negative. I know how concerned you were when you found the lump, with your family history. But you definitely do not have breast cancer.”
Alyssa stared at him for a moment, then broke down sobbing.