[ WP ] You have been waiting at a doctor 's office for hours . You have now noticed that the same 15 people keep being called to see the doctor only to return through the front door later in different clothes , they check in and wait again .

**May 15, 2015** 
 
 `` Look. She's going to go up there and say her name is Susie. She's going to say she's just here for a check up. She's been here three times! There she goes! Look!'' 
 
 `` Hi there! I'm here for my annual!'' Susie said. 
 `` Hey there, Susie.'' The nurse said, smiling. `` Please sit down and we'll call you right up!'' 
 
 `` Do you see now?'' Roger said. 
 `` She said annual, kid.'' 
 `` An annual *is* a check up! And how did she know her name? There's something go-'' 
 `` Do n't take this the wrong way,'' the old man interrupted. `` But I'm going to move a few seats over. It's not you. I'm just having a bad day, okay? Please do n't say anything more to me.'' 
 `` Hey, I have terrible migraines everyday but I at least have the decency to have a conversation.'' Roger snapped as the old man sat down. 
 
 How could he not see? I ca n't take this anymore. How long have I been here? The one day I do n't have my fucking cell phone is the day where I go in a place that does n't have one god damn clock. I ca n't *take* this anymore. It's been at least three hours. I swear I've seen that woman before. Susie. And then there's Michael with his leg and Greg with his back and Jessica and -- how many have there been? Susie, Michael, Greg, Jessica... fourteen peo -- Cynthia, the spine girl. Fifteen people in the exact same order with the exact same exchanging of words, like clockwork. How does that old man not see this? They come in, they go out, and then they come in with different clothing. Where do the clothes come from? I ca n't take this anymore. 
 
 `` Excuse me.'' Roger called to the nurse. The impatience in his voice could be felt on the skin like a breeze. `` When am I going to be seen? And what time is it? Is there something go on here?'' 
 
 The nurse stood up and stared at him for what had to be eternity. Ten minutes. No. Fifteen minutes. 
 
 `` Is there something wrong, Roger?'' she replied with that same smile. 
 `` Yeah, there's something fucking wrong, lady.'' Roger shouted. How could she think this is funny? `` I've been here for four hours and have n't been seen! That's what's wrong!'' 
 `` Jenny, I ca n't take much more of this!'' the old man joined. 
 
 `` *Finally! *'' Roger thought. `` *You've even got the old man upset now, Jenny. *'' 
 `` Do you see? What's going on?'' Roger shouted, now standing.'' Why ca n't I be seen? Who the fuck are these people? Why --'' 
 
 Roger stopped and put his hand on his head as his migraine progressed. Roger's grip strengthened as the feeling of a screw turning, twisting its way deeper into his skull worsened. It's unbearable. 
 
 Now the only visible images were the hazy colors surrounded by pitch black darkness. Roger put one hand on the chair to hold his balance and the other on his face. `` *My god. My head. *'' Roger thought. `` *Now they'll have to let me in. *'' 
 
 Roger continued until the faint colors were consumed by the suffocating blackness as he fell unconscious. 
 
 **June 16, 2013** 
 `` What's wrong with him? Can this really be migraines?'' Susie asked. `` When can he come home?'' 
 `` I do n't believe it's migraines and I'm not so sure if he will. You brother has n't shown any signs of improvement. Have you noticed anything funny about his behavior?'' 
 `` Well, no. Other than him complaining about his migraines he's been... okay, I guess. As okay as someone could be with... you know. He was okay up until yesterday.'' 
 `` He has manic episodes where he complains of waiting. We believe it has something to do with being in the waiting room while your mother had her surgery here last week and not being in there when she... passed on. That's just my guess though, Susie. I ca n't really say specifically what's wrong with him. We've called a specialist in, but I believe he's going to have to go to a psychiatric hospital for better mental care. I'm sorry, Susie. That's all I can say right now.''
