Immediately, the smell of disinfectant strikes the nose of the various patients like a train smashing into a guard railing despite knowing the dangers. Posters scattered in various areas of the surgery advertising the health risks of smoking greeted the patients.
An elderly woman in her mid 80s strolled in towards the torn and worn bench and stumbled to a halt. Her wheezing could be heard by the patients widespread across the surgery as they covered their faces with tissues.
A Mother and her 6 year old daughter were seated adjacent to the brown fish tank which was dominated by lush, green seaweed and had two orange goldfish, each looking identically confused and aimlessly going with the flow of the water.
The crackle of the speaker broke the dead silence as the Doctor addressed a ?Mrs Westwood.? She rose steadily and with a creaking noise in her knee joints, and spluttering cough simultaneously as she made her way swiftly towards the main door labelled in a gold text ?Dr Jason Okhari.?
A dark Blue, square shaped box filled with toys was in the vicinity of a blue-eyed boy. His eyes lit up promptly as he stretched his little arm into the box hoping to get the best toy. The rattle of the toys brought a huge smile to his round face along with a high-pitched twitter as he stared, his eyes zoning in on the plastic red noddy car.
