After the doctor finished her explanation, Micah and Darcy both stood up and thanked her sincerely.
Dr Hansley smiled briefly, nodding politely as she gathered her tablet. "We'll wait to hear from you. Take your time," she said before walking out, her heels clicking softly against the floor.
Micah turned toward Darcy, adjusting his glasses on his face. "So…what do you think?"
Darcy reached for the strap of his bag and tugged it back onto his shoulder. His eyes shifted away from Micah and landed somewhere on the carpet. "I want my mum to try it. But in the end, it's her decision."
Micah nodded slowly. "Yeah."
He glanced around, eyes darting across the sleek furniture, the empty chairs, the half-drunk cup of water on the table. His shoulders dropped just slightly. The nervous energy that had built up in his chest before coming here seemed to drain out all at once, leaving him hollow.
