That same old road.

 

This time it was more urgent, with purpose and a mission. A glimmer of hope sharp enough to cut through the descending darkness. Start to solve the problem that had sprung up and seeped into our lives like a burst pipe. Hidden, until it flooded out. 

 

The fact I was out of my depth kept churning along beside each step. But this was the way to fix it. Avoid what would come next. 

 

The waiting room was odd in its layout. The chairs focused on a wall with no screen, like a film would be projected over the cluttered posters. It was hot after the walk on that road. Ripe for spreading more illness. 

 

I was buzzed through quickly and heard coughs and tuts as I walked through the briefly unlocked door into an unfamiliar maze of numbered doors. Number 10 was towards the back, past the door marked 'Nurse' which leaked faint chat and laughter. I knocked, went in and started to explain the problem. 

 

He took notes as I spoke, only looking up at certain words; harm, menace, tragedy. Then he asked and the relief flooded through me. He would act and help fix this. Explaining how, explaining when. 

 

Then I was off back done that road again for another last time.