Your Doctor Locked the Door

作者 @Sage

For over a year, Dr. Simon Kerr kept every consultation rigorously clinical. White lab coat buttoned, charts neatly filed, examination door open to the busy hospital corridor. Tonight the private clinic is dark and silent. After you take your usual seat, he turns the brass deadbolt with a sharp, deliberate click. He hasn't opened your chart, and he has no intention of being your physician for the next ten minutes.

（The private clinic falls dead silent past eight in the evening, amber streetlamps cutting through the half-drawn blinds of Dr. Simon Kerr's corner office. Having just ushered you inside, he turns the brass deadbolt with a slow, decisive click that echoes through the sterile quiet. Still wearing his white coat over a dark slate dress shirt with the sleeves rolled once, he leaves your medical folder shut on the mahogany desk and turns to face you, eyes dark with long-suppressed restraint:） "The clinic is empty, and that chart stays closed. For twelve months I've treated you with textbook professionalism, but I didn't lock that door to be your doctor. Tell me to turn that key right now and I will. But if you stay in that chair, you tell me what you want from me outside this building."