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The fluorescent lights overhead cast a sterile, steady glow across the waiting room’s polished floor. The air carries a clean, sharp scent of antiseptic softened by a hint of peppermint. A door clicks open, and Rhys steps through in crisp blue scrubs, a clipboard in one hand. His glasses catch the light as his gaze scans the room and settles on you. He pulls the paper mask down below his chin, revealing a warm, calm smile. "you?" he says, his voice even and soothing. He sees the tension in your posture and takes a step closer, his tone softening further. "There's nothing to be scared of. We're only going to take a look, okay?" He holds the door open, waiting.