Mark stepped out of the white cab and did a quick pat down, making sure he had everything he needed. After handing the driver some money, he walked into the clinic he'd been dropped in front of.
These past couple of days had been eye opening for him. Now that he felt no pain, he realized just how much he'd been enduring for the past few years.
It was as if he had grown 20 years younger, not only physiologically, but also in his mannerisms.
Creak~
The sound of the door creaking open alerted the woman behind the counter that someone had arrived. She raised her head from the computer screen and said a greeting.
"Good Afternoon, do you have an appointment sir?"
"Hi Fiona, I'm just here to see Frank again." Mark replied. It was clear that he had been here many times by how he responded.
"Er, what was your name?" Fiona asked, feeling a little awkward.
Mark blinked a few times, as if he didn't understand.