Eight people are in the waiting room — a mother with a toddler, two of Walt's old mill buddies, a woman you recognize from the co-op. Irene's booked through 4:30. Denise stepped out to the pharmacy next door ten minutes ago.
Walt is at the desk, gripping the edge of the counter harder than the counter needs gripping.
WWalt · Patient, regular
I need to see somebody. Now, if that's possible.
His voice is too loud for how close he's standing. A couple of heads turn.
WWalt · Patient, regular
It's my heart. I think — I don't know. I can't breathe right and I'm scared, and I hate saying that out loud but there it is.
His eyes are wet. He's aware of the room behind him and hating that too.
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