The story so far:
I struggled to brace myself against Methra's desk as the scorching contents of my Starbucks cup splashed to the floor and onto my motionless feet. "What is happening to me", I gasped as the room begin to spin. Methra ran from behind the receptionist counter and grabbed me just as the lights went out.
"Dr. Davis, Dr. Davis! Are you okay?" I opened my eyes to find Paul the security guard, Methra and Dr. Stewart hovered over me. "I'm okay I mumbled. I must have lost my balance."
"No you fainted," Methra corrected. She then turned to Paul and Dr. Stewart and told them about the horrific demise of Nona Flores. Both Paul and Dr.Stewart had heard about the young girl's chilling death and were equally mortified to find out that she was my newly acquired patient and 10:00am appointment.
"Should I cancel your appoints Dr. Davis. You should go home."
"No, don't be silly Methra. I'm okay"I stated as I rose to my feet. Paul was still holding me as I steadied myself and begin to gather my belongings. I could feel vomit rising in my throat as I bent over; my head felt tight and I knew despite my resent resistance to the idea, I was going home.
My mind scrambled during the drive home. Never had my premonitions been so precise. And never had any of them hit so close to home. Once I was home I made a b-line for the medicine cabinet and pulled out a large bottle of pepto-bismol. I stood in the mirror as I tilted my head back and downed half the bottle. "Pull it together girl," I wisphered to my reflection. I devoted the rest of the day to researching the bible and watching the news.