Sara was in the hospital, waiting for her diagnosis. Her foot tapped nervously, and she willed it to stop. The doctor came out of the examination room, with a depressing look on his face. "You have two large tumors in your left lung." Sarah looked up at him. Lung Cancer. As she looked to the doctors face, his lips continued to move, but no sound came out. Sarah didn't care. All she wanted was to leave. As she stood up, the doctor put his hand on her shoulder. Sarah looked at him with a fiery rage and slapped him across the face. He stood and stared in awe as she strutted out the door, not bothering to listen to his warnings. She pushed open the door, and dug in her purse for her keys. When she didn't see them in the first pocket she opened the second. My Keys. She looked back through the glass doors and saw them lying on the bench. She reluctantly walked back into the waiting room, where a elderly man was waiting. He looked at her with sorrow in his eyes, and followed her all the way until she walked back out the doors. When she reached her car she looked behind her and saw a spot of blood on the road. She looked back towards the hospital and a man was standing outside of it. Digging in his pockets, all while staring at Sarah. She saw a flash of glare under his coat. He has a knife. Then she ran to her car, only to find it was locked from the inside.