Damien put his hands in his pockets as he stood against his car. It was taking him awhile to build up the want to go up to his appointment. After about ten minutes he figured he was being enough of a wimp and had faced much worse. "Suck it up." He muttered to himself, before opening the door and walking up to the waiting room. "I have an appointment with Dr.Owens." Damien told the receptionist, trying to remember how to greet people.