Waiting, or The Descent
It didn’t take long for the headaches to come back. Standing in an empty mauve hallway awaiting an elevator, the fluorescents droned behind plastic fly graveyards as he uneasily glanced down the circular corridor in either direction. He tossed his eyes suspiciously over his shoulder to watch the grain on the motionless door to the doctor’s office pulsate and gyrate under the fake lights. The world began to radiate and shift, his teeth began to ache. A door opened somewhere out of sight. The doors slid open and he rushed in and desperately pounded the CLOSE DOOR button. Down. Down.