You Want Me To Respect A Slut?(II)

"Come this way, please." A stern-faced middle-aged lady in an immaculate white scrub-like uniform said politely to us and turned around, moving down to the large doorway leading into a huge brightly-lit network of corridors.

I looked to my side at Neil, watching the solemn expression on his face, knowing that he hated having to spend even one single second in here. He only grabbed my hand in his, thumb softly stroking over my ring like some kind of strengthening reassurance. Then he muttered, "Let’s go."