A wrathful man stirreth up strife: but he that is slow to anger appeaseth strife. Proverbs 15:18 Bailey sat in Dr. Phillips’ waiting room. It was nothing like Dr Chivers’ lush office quarters. There was no fish tank filled with rare tropical fish and no white leather couches. The room was small and sparse with four metal and vinyl covered chairs and one coffee table filled with out-of-date newspapers. The doctor poked his head into the room. “Bailey Rivers?” “Yup,” Bailey said, half amused that he was the only person in the waiting room and the doctor should have known who he was since he was just there the day before. There was no receptionist. “Have a seat,” the doctor ordered. There was no couch, just two easy chairs in the doctor’s small office. Bailey sat in one of them and tried to wind down. "Relax. It's important that you forget about me here, and think that you are in your own room, alone, quiet, relaxed." Bailey tried to allow his stress to melt away, but when the doctor said ‘own room’ he couldn’t help but think that he had no room or home that he could call his own, not at the moment.
