The Doppelganger
Kai sat in the waiting room, bored out of his mind. His gaze kept wandering, staring at the various posters on the walls. Diagrams of various anatomies, public service announcements, ads for rehab centers and suicide hotlines. The usual.
His injuries after the fight with Corin Trenor weren't serious, but given how recently he'd been in a crash and how much time had passed since he'd last seen a doctor anyway, it was strongly advised that he at least have a physical exam.
When they called him in, he dragged his feet. It was obvious that he didn't want to be there. In fact, he had learned to dread hospitals and doctor's offices. They brought back bad memories of being poked and prodded and pained.
He didn't expect the doctor to be a familiar face.
<Oh. Hi Amani.>
His injuries after the fight with Corin Trenor weren't serious, but given how recently he'd been in a crash and how much time had passed since he'd last seen a doctor anyway, it was strongly advised that he at least have a physical exam.
When they called him in, he dragged his feet. It was obvious that he didn't want to be there. In fact, he had learned to dread hospitals and doctor's offices. They brought back bad memories of being poked and prodded and pained.
He didn't expect the doctor to be a familiar face.
<Oh. Hi Amani.>