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Having Wilson with us stopped more of the patients from trying to kill me every time they didn’t get what they wanted. But I felt as if I was constantly walking on eggshells around him. He’s so cheery and friendly towards me and Rachel that I sometimes forget about what he is. But sometimes when it gets a little too hot in the office I notice that he starts to melt a bit. It was my idea to keep the waiting room at a cool 50 degrees to stop him from melting. The patients might complain a bit, but honestly, as long as it keeps Wilson from turning into a goop monster again, I’m all for it. 

I came into work the other day dressed in a cozy sweater so that I didn’t catch a cold in our freezing waiting room. I smiled and waved at Wilson when I opened the door to the waiting room and saw him standing dutifully at his post. His cheer is infectious at times, and I can’t help but smile back at him. He doesn’t seem ever to leave the waiting room, so I have to imagine that he just stands at his post the entire night. Props to him for his dedication! 

Sitting down at my desk I noticed that I had much less paperwork than normal. Pulling up the schedule for today I was surprised to see that only four patients were planned for today. I’ve worked here for almost an entire year and I’ve never seen Dr. Harrison have less than fifteen patients minimum. My first assumption was that it must have been some sort of mistake and that maybe my calendar was wrong. 

“Hey, lardass,” I turned over to see Rachel standing at my desk with her arms crossed and her usual bitchy expression staring at me. “Anything wrong with Wilson today?” she asked me as she tapped her finger impatiently against her arm. I looked over at Wilson, who had heard his name and was looking back over at us. 

“Besides never leaving that post? Nah he’s fine.” I told her. I wanted to talk shit to her but my curiosity took precedence over my pettiness. “Why does Dr. Harrison only have four patients today?” I asked her. She looked at me with surprise and then I showed her the schedule for today. 

“Oh, that’s today?” she asked as she yanked the sheet of paper away from me to examine it. “It’s nothing you should concern yourself with. These are just real important patients that need his full attention.” She tossed the schedule back at me and walked away, leaving me in a huff and with an itch of curiosity. So I decided to wait for him. It was another rare moment of him being late again, so I was worried something had happened to him. 

Dr. Harrison arrived close to opening time, and it was obvious to me that he wasn’t holding up so well. Ever since having to call whoever that old rotary phone was connected to, he had been in a deep depression. He approached my desk and gave me a half-hearted smile, but I could tell that he was still upset. The look in his eyes was enough to show me that. His beautiful green eyes didn’t have the shine that they once had. 

“Hey, doc. Can I get you anything to cheer you up?” I asked him, worried that he might mess up a surgery in his current state. He looked at me and shook his head before staring down at the schedule laid before him. 

“That’s today, huh?” He sighed and pushed his glasses up to rub the bridge of his nose. “Do me a favor, Maggie.” He started telling me, placing his glasses back into place. “The third patient that’s going to show up today, do your best not to interact with him too much. He can be, a little much.” He told me, grabbing the papers I handed him and making his way back into the back hallways toward the ORs and consultation rooms. 

I let out a sigh as I started working on my few pieces of paperwork. When the doors opened, I was surprised to see that a flood of patients didn’t come rushing in as they normally did. I looked over at Wilson to see if he was as confused as I was, but the blank look on his face with a smile on his face proved to me that he probably wasn’t thinking about much. I wheeled my chair over to the computer and decided to check something. A quick search showed me why there wasn’t anybody showing up today. Our clinic showed up as closed. 

It was probably the easiest day of work I’ve had since I started working here. To the point that I was even able to start reading a book, I had brought on my first day of work, thinking that I would actually have time to read it. Of course though, the moment I turned the first page the front door opened and I heard long heels clicking against our floors. I let out an annoyed exhale as I looked up from my book and quickly dropped it to the floor. 

In all my time working here, I’ve seen some people who are clearly addicted to plastic surgery. The kind that you immediately think of when you think of the phrase botched surgery. But this woman was the poster child of botched surgery. Her skin was pulled tight against her skull and was so thin that I thought any little cut to her skin would cause it to snap off her skull. Not to mention she looked like her face was made completely of plastic. 

“I have arrived,” she said, with all the superiority that someone like she imagined herself to have. “Oh God, has Dr. Harrison gotten desperate enough to hire pigs as his receptionist?” She scoffed when she laid eyes on me. I had to physically bite my tongue to stop myself from saying anything to her back. 

“Hello, ma’am. Dr. Harrison should be all ready for you, so you can go right ahead!” I told her in my best customer service voice, all the while scratching at my hand to stop it from wanting to punch her right in her stupid plastic face. She snuffed and walked towards the door that led to the rooms. Once she had finally left my sight and I heard the clicking of her heels retreat into one of the nearby rooms I let out a long and annoyed sigh and picked my book up from the floor. It immediately returned to the floor when I looked up and saw yet another patient waiting for me. He was just as plastic looking as the woman was. Lucky for me he wasn’t as big of an asshole as the woman had been. In fact, he was perfectly silent. 

“You can go right ahead, sir. Dr. Harrison should be with you shortly.” I told him. He nodded at me and started walking. It seemed like he could barely move his body, it looked like he was a living action figure with how he was moving. I watched him and shook my head, starting to question why I had decided to stay here. 

I gave up on reading the book and instead decided to just double-check all the paperwork I had done that day. Which took only a few minutes, and I found myself missing the endless rush of patients. Of course not the crazies but for them I had Wilson standing nearby. This time I was able to see the next patient enter the waiting room. He wasn’t like the previous two who had dressed like they were about to have a photo shoot afterward. 

He was dressed in a dirty hoodie and sweatpants, a face mask covering the lower part of his face, and his hands were planted firmly in his hoodie pockets. He approached the desk and stared at me with cold brown eyes, that just seemed hollow. Like there was no life behind them at all. I thought for a moment that maybe he was some junkie who was planning to rob the clinic or something, but with Wilson close at hand I held off any accusations. 

“Hello, sir. Do you have an appointment today?” I asked him, mostly for verification. He stared at me with those hollow eyes and I began to get uncomfortable with just how intently he was staring at me. I reached under my desk to get my pepper spray, but as I did he cleared his throat. 

“Yea. It’s under Spencer,” he told me. Even his voice gave me uncanny feelings. It sounded like the recording of a voice. I wondered if that was his last name or first. I looked over at my monitor and was surprised to see an appointment just under the name Spencer. That was it. I clicked on his name to see if he had insurance or anything at all like that. There was nothing under his name, just his name, and that he had an appointment at this time. 

“Yea…” I said as I took a look at him. While he was wearing a hoodie, his hood wasn’t up and he had a tangled mass of brown hair on his head. I drummed my fingers on the table as I kept looking at his sparse records. Should I just let him through, I thought to myself. I decided I needed confirmation before I was going to allow him into the clinic. “Can you just have a seat? I just need to have a quick word with Dr. Harrison. It shouldn’t take more than a few minutes.” I said, giving him the best fake smile I could. 

He stared at me for a couple of seconds before looking over at the row of seats available to him. “Don’t take too long.” He told me as he turned and walked over to a nearby seat. I nodded at him and quickly stood up from my chair, and glanced over at Wilson. He had his eyes securely trained on Spencer and I was assured enough to go and ask Dr. Harrison. Walking over to the first OR room I didn’t hear any sounds coming from inside, so I knocked before just barging in unannounced. 

“Dr. Harrison? I need to ask you something.” I told him through the door as I backed up enough to let the door swing open. It took a few moments, enough time elapsed to where I thought he hadn’t heard me. But just …

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