Your are an 25 year old girl, a few years past your college graduation. At 5'4'' you're right around the average height for a girl your age, which makes sneaking past the secretary almost impossible. Instead, you slowly approach the woman's desk, conjuring up any excuse you can think off, though you fail to come up with anything exceptional. Before long you find yourself at the desk with a clueless expression on your face.
"Hello there Miss, how can I help you?" the secretary opens with a cheery demeanor.
"Um, my uh, friend is staying here I think?" you manage to stammer out. The secretary is not amused; her head cocks to the side in response.
"I'm sorry, our patients aren't expecting visitors today, but..." she trails off before leaning over the counter, looking over your thin framed physique. "Man, when's the last time you ate? You could use a visit to the dietician. She's down the hallway to the left, just through those doors."
You feel like responding to her backhanded insult, but realizing this is your only chance, you quietly duck through the double doors. The hallway, like the room before, looks fairly normal. Paintings line the walls with black and white tiles rounding off the floor. To your left, you find a sign post detailing the routes for the numerous departments.
Dietician
Proctologist
Gynecologist/Maternity Ward
Mammograms/other
Male Urology
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