A pre-op doctor would soon go over the basics with him. Most of the seats were taken by people chattering nervously or tapping on their palm-coms. He avoided inclusion by dropping into the nearest chair and sinking into himself. He lowered his eyelids to half-mast and crossed his forearms over his gut. He hoped this posture would convince people he was dead, or at least asleep. So long as they understood that he was not open to interaction. Not long after, the frowning old man from the waiting room stumped into the hallway and jammed himself into the last empty chair on Borland’s left. The old man’s plastic bag rattled. The two men grumbled simultaneously. And time passed. The four doors across from them opened occasionally as patients were summoned. Then more waiting. One stifling hour later, a man in a suit with thick glasses, bald crown and bluish jowls opened one of the doors. He held up an e-board and read Borland’s name. About goddamn time... Borland followed him into a crappy office that looked like something you’d see in a low-budget movie.
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