Dr. Abraham positioned his tools and devices with meticulous care, his practiced hands moving efficiently as he began the preliminary examination. As he worked, Cindy's gaze flickered between him and the complex set of monitors, electrodes, and instruments that looked both fascinating and intimidating. The clinical hum in the background and the sterile, subdued lighting somehow made the room feel both comforting and unnerving.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, allowing herself to let go of her guarded stance for just a moment.
It was only a few minutes into the session when she sensed a shift in Dr. Abraham's demeanor. Cindy opened her eyes to see his forehead creased with a deep frown as he stared at the monitors, analyzing the brainwave patterns flashing across the screens. His hands paused mid-adjustment, fingers hovering over the controls.
She felt a tremor of apprehension. "What's wrong?" she asked, her voice low but laced with concern.
