What He Needed

Thomas sat patiently at the clinic, not an ordinary one by any means either. He’d seen many come in with shattered bodies and apparent histories laced in trauma, the kind that makes a layer of skin crawl or a frayed nerve recoil from the slightest sound. This clinic had seen the worst effects of humanity, yet these battered souls emerged as restored individuals. Were they miracles? That's what he longed for, something to make him whole again. 

“The doctor will see you now, Mr. Fogg,” the secretary said. 

What felt like eternity inside the lobby came to a close. Soon, he would get what his heart felt was a fingertip away.