1 Tears Don't Fall By: Lana Smith The man in blue scrubs and long white coat with grey loafers and stethoscope around his neck stepped out of the room and looked down the hall in the direction of the waiting room. He sighed as he reluctantly started the long walk to where the other man waited to hear the news. When he arrived at the waiting room, he peered inside before he entered. Inside were chairs all the way around the small room with a coffee table in the middle and a TV hanging on a wall to the man's right from where he stood outside of it. The man he was looking for sat in a chair just under the television, reading a book. The man in scrubs frowned, but walked across the room and sat down beside the man who was reading away without a care in the world. The man in scrubs cleared his throat and pretended to watch the television as he sat by the man in black. The man in black looked up from his book and placed a rectangular piece of paper in it and closed the book. He then turned his head and looked at the man in the scrubs. "How is she?" the man that had been sitting in the waiting room this entire time asked without looking at the doctor. The doctor sighed and briefly scratched his head as he glanced up at the television set, "So," he said, attempting to change the subject, "what are you watching, anything good?" "Don't even try to pull that shit on me," the man suddenly snapped, turning his head, he faced the doctor, "can I just go see her already, please?" he almost begged.
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