A Call To The Room
The silence hung heavy in the air, teetering on the edge of unbearable, when Dr. Thompson appeared in the doorway. “Helen, could you come with me, please?” he asked, gesturing toward a quieter room. My hands trembled as I carefully lifted the small creature, signaling for Daisy to follow. The hallway stretched ahead like a narrowing tunnel, the walls seeming to press closer with each step toward whatever awaited us in the examination room.
A Call To The Room
Clinical Atmosphere
The sharp tang of antiseptic filled the air as I stepped into the room, adding a weight of seriousness to the moment. Dr. Thompson, his expression composed with professional concern, motioned toward the examination table. “All right, let’s take a look,” he said, his tone calm but gently reassuring. I carefully laid the puppy down, its small, restless movements the only sign of life breaking the room’s unsettling stillness.
Clinical Atmosphere
