ᴰʳ 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬

⠀ A pen floats across paper, obscured by the figure leaning overhead. Chin resting atop a balled fist, Loomis sat with his full attention on the notes he was taking. He had no more appointments today, so the unanticipated sound of a door opening startled him; he snapped —— ⠀

ㅤ ㅤ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀──┈ 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘊𝘈𝘔𝘌𝘙𝘈 𝘙𝘖𝘓𝘓 𝘐𝘍 𝘿𝙍. 𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙈𝙄𝙎 𝘞𝘈𝘚 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘽𝙊𝙔𝙁𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘿 ─ ➳ ❥┈ 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃. ㅤ

⠀ Drowsy fingers felt around for the nearest lightswitch, the dim bulb of a bedside lamp illuminating just enough of the room for Loomis to locate the phone that had stirred him. He peered at the screen with bleary eyes and was met with a withheld number, but the sight —— ⠀

⠀ In some lines of work, particularly those involving the confrontation of mortality, it becomes necessary to review the psychological welfare of the employees once in a while. Bar the doctor himself, these workdays were often begrudged by all who partook. Rarely did any —— ⠀