In Portugal, Vanessa sits anxiously in the hospital waiting room, her mind swirling with a myriad of thoughts and emotions. As she waits for the results of her check-up, she can't shake the feeling of unease that gnaws at the edges of her consciousness.
Beside her, a kind-faced elderly woman offers a sympathetic smile, oblivious to the turmoil raging within Vanessa's mind. Vanessa returns the smile, though it feels forced, her thoughts consumed by the uncertainty of her situation.
"Are you alright, dear?" The woman asks, her voice gentle and concerned.
Vanessa nods, forcing a smile. "Yes, thank you. Just a little nervous, I suppose."
The woman nods understandingly. "I'm sure everything will be fine. These doctors know what they're doing."
Vanessa takes a deep breath, trying to quell the rising tide of anxiety in her chest. She knows the woman is trying to be helpful, but her words offer little comfort in the face of uncertainty.
