Standing Her Ground
The cold leather of the examination chair pressed against Rachel’s back, making her shift uncomfortably. Frustration brewed in her eyes. She wasn’t just here for a regular check-up; the relentless itch on her head had been torturing her for days.
She had tried everything: oils, shampoos, home remedies. Nothing worked. This clinic was her last hope. She glanced around, the pristine white walls echoing her isolation.
But she was resolute. Leaving wasn’t an option until she found relief.