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“Oh my god, this morning is already too long.” I think to myself with a yawn as I walk through the front doors of the hospital. “good morning Myah.” Says Christy, my secretary. “Good morning,” I mumble back, trying not to yawn again. “I take it you slept well?” she says sarcastically. I throw the nearest pen at her and miss by an inch, “very well.” I say sleepily. She smiles at me lets out a small giggle, “what would you have done if you hit me?” I give her an evil grin. “Laughed and laughed and laughed,” I say as I turn toward my office. “Myah!” Christy yells. “What!” I yell back playfully. “Your 10:00 a.m. is here to see you.” She says pointing to the waiting room. I look at my watch and then at Christy, “It's only 9:20 a.m.” I say confused. “How long have they been here?” Christy shrugs, “since about 8:30 a.m.” “Are you serious!?” I say worried. “Yeah, they were very persistent in staying there until their you arrived. I even offered to make them coffee or get donuts, but they refused everything and just said that they needed to speak to you as soon as possible.” “Okay, tell them that I will be right with them. I just need to get my notes together.” I start to walk away, “Oh, Christy?” “Yes Ma’am?” she says politely. “remind me, who is my 10:00 again?” I ask as I close my eyes trying to think. “The young schizophrenic girl, the one who can see and hear the voices of her ‘demons’.” She says rolling her eyes. “Ah. Her. Okay, thanks.” I say walking into the next

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