"Catherine, dear, you seem a bit off today." Dr. Lasnlow said, packing up his briefcase. The room was dark, and Catherine sat gloomily in the old leather seat in front of his desk. It squeaked when she fidgeted.
"I just . . ." Catherine sighed, "I'm sorry, sir. I just had an accident this morning, and it's made me, well, off."
"An accident?" Dr. Lasnlow asked, "Are you injured?"
Catherine shook her head, "No. I just met up with a person I'd rather not have."
"You were assaulted."
"Doctor, I'm fine. A bit tired, but fine otherwise." she stood up from the chair, "Do you need me early tomorrow?"
"No, Eva's coming in early. Merra's gone visiting her parent's, though, so could you run the desk?"
"Okay." a faint smile spread across Catherine's face, "I'll see you tomorrow, then."
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