With prompt footsteps, I walked away from him. I believed that if I stood there a second longer, I would lose it totally. And I wasn't exaggerating this time. Even as I moved away from him, I could still hear the slow clicking of his footsteps as he walked calmly behind me. While I walked fast, he walked slow and guess the annoying part. He would easily catch up to me with those obnoxiously long legs.
Arrrggghhh!!!
I screamed in my mind. What sort of torture was this? I asked myself. I have had so many kinds of people as my patient and by far, I could not remember the last time I struggled to stay calm with a patient.
Knowing that he was following me, I walked so fast towards the private elevator. I was practically running so I would get to the elevator first and shut the doors before he would come close. And I almost succeeded if not for those annoying pair of long legs he possessed.