Your Normal

The waiting room was dark blue, or maybe a blue gray, and green plants sat in each corner. Part of Nellie wanted to get up, and walk over to touch one of the green leaves to know if they were real. She realized she'd been picking at the stubs of her finger nails again when her mother's hand wrapped tightly around hers with a firm, but gentle squeeze.

Nellie pulled her phone out to check the time again. 10:59 A.M. One minute.