The room looked like it always looked–sterile, white, cold. She’d been here too many times to count. Everyday, Monday through Friday, nine to five. And for each day, she felt the room grow colder, hungrier. Today, she had to meet with Rachel. Rachel. Her favorite patient, her most deranged patient. The only patient she saw from the institution anymore. Dollar signs, she thought.
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