Sly combed his pale fingers through his sleek, black hair. His palms were sweaty as he walked into the first room. There sat a young woman at the front desk fitted with a white coat and dazzling, red hair. His parents walked up to her and handed over a navy booklet filled with several different medical forms and his birth certificate included. "Thank you. Now you were here for the 3 o' clock appointment, is that right?"
"Yes, it's Mr. and Mrs. Kinchla."
The woman at the desk looked at her monitor and quickly looked up again.
"Oh yes, here you are. Just go right down the hall and to the left. You'll find Mrs. Koslacovi there." She gestured the directions with her hands.
"Thank you so much."
The family proceeded down the hall and turned left just as the lady said.
*Knock* *Knock*
"Come in." A confident, womanly voice came from behind the grey door and Sly followed his parents inside.
"Please sit." Mrs. Koslacovi, fitted in a similar outfit as the other lady, flickered through her folders and reached for her tools.
"So just a check-up?"
"Yes."
"Okay, so Sly, can I get you to just sit on that chair please?"
Sly just grunted and moved over to the seat. He took the black hoodie off of his head and shoved his earphones into his jean pockets.
The doctor wheeled over in her chair and held out her stethoscope. "I'm just going to check your heartbeat first, is that okay?"
"Yeah, sure." He grunted.
"Okay just breathe in deeply for me."
She placed one hand on his chest and with the other she gently put the stethoscope on. Sly showed immense boredom and waited for the routine to be over. The female doctor made an odd expression while twiddling her fingers on the cord. She then took her hands off and put away the stethoscope.
"Well ... this is odd."
"Wh-What is it?" Sly's father said in a demanding tone.
"Your son ... has no heartbeat."