He nodded, standing up to follow her.
The sign on the door read "Carnal Clinic" in bold, red letters. Jag27 pushed it open, and a bell above the entrance let out a tired clang. The waiting room was dimly lit, with only a single flickering fluorescent light to illuminate the rows of worn chairs.
But as Dr. Elara listened, her expression grew increasingly...disturbing.
As he entered, a nurse looked up from behind the reception desk, her eyes tired but kind. "Can I help you, sweetheart?" she asked, her voice a gentle drawl.
As he spoke, Jag27 felt a sense of relief wash over him. For the first time in months, he felt like he might finally get the help he needed.