Behind the dark rims of a pair of glasses, Robbi Wren fixes her gaze on the small road ahead. The arid desert surrounding the vehicle almost matches the colour of her hair as the sun sets on the horizon. As the car makes its way through the corners, it leaves a fine trail of sand that fades with the distance. At the end of said road, a series of small wooden lodges surround a rocky mountain’s slope. Neatly arranged and similar in shape and size, except for one of them. Significantly bigger in size and with a Hotel sign, already lit by green neons. The complex extends beyond the skirt of the mountain, at first glance one can make out the building is at least four stories high. Quite the unusual sight given how remotely its located, but Robbi can only imagine the kind of views her room may have. Her excitement grows as she parks the car in front of the hotel, and is quickly greeted by the valet. The star treatment that marks the beginning of her much deserved vacation. Robbi is more than
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A Visit to the Health Center
I arrived at the Center for Interventive Health in the early afternoon. I had been referred to the medical practice by a previous doctor, who, while seeming frustrated by my tendency not to follow doctor's orders, had insisted I see a specialist to follow up on some lab tests. I was pretty nervous; medical appointments of any kind were, well, not my favorite activity, and I tended to avoid them as much as I could.
Locking my car, I collected my coat and walked to the entrance. A sign near the large, single story building directed patients towards a small frosted-glass door in the center of the structure, so I followed the path towards it. I opened the door and found myself in a small waiting room.
The small room was quiet; a few hard chairs sat in rows near the walls, with little tables with the usual magazines in rows. Across from the doors, a frosted glass partition separated a receptionist and a large white desk from the otherwise deserted room.
I walked over to the glass as the