<div style="text-align: justify;">"All right, open wide... come on, like a crocodile".<br/><br/>The little girl who was sitting at the examination table chuckled and did as she was asked. The young woman smiled and started checking her throat carefully. "All right, it's a little red indeed. You can close up", she said after a moment, turning to the girl's mother.<br/><br/>“It looks just a little red, but it’s much better than last week. I’ll give you an adjusted prescription, and I want to see you again when she’s done with it”, the young doctor told the mother of the child. She excused herself and wrote out the prescription, handing it to the mother.<br/><br/>“Thank you, Dr. Watson. I’m sorry I have brought her here, but she won’t go with any other doctor”. <br/><br/>The young doctor smiled and picked the girl up, putting her on the floor. “No problem at all, it’s a pleasure. See you later!”. <br/><br/>As soon as mother and daughter left her sight, Dr. Joan Watson sighed. She was tired. Not that it was surprising that she was. She had been working ER for the last eight hours, and still had four more hours before she could drag herself home. And then worry about her creepy neighbor who was always hovering by her door when she got home, any time of day or night. <br/><br/>Pushing these thoughts away, Dr. Watson took a break for a cup of coffee and then went back to work for the next four hours. The next hours were busy, and a whole string of patients came in with all kinds of problems. It wasn’t really a surprise, as that was pretty usual for late night shifts. <br/><br/>Once her shift was over, Joan was beat, as usual. She took a shower and slipped into her street clothes before leaving the hospital. Luckily for her, the underground station was close to the hospital, and it left her close to her home. As usual, as she stepped into the building, she saw her neighbor. With a sigh, the woman cursed him mentally and greeted the man with a quick “good morning”, hoping he would not want to make small talk.<br/><br/>“Good morning, Joan. How was your shift? My, you look tired”, the young man started, brightly. ‘Don’t you have a life?’, Joan thought to herself, not having the guts to say it. “Yes, it was a pretty long shift, I’m ready to hit the hay”, she replied, hoping the man would take the hint. Of course, he didn’t. “Oh, I was thinking I could invite myself over for some tea…”.<br/><br/>Joan cringed at these words and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Peter, I really need some sleep…”. The words were already said with her key at the door, and the woman slipped in. “Jesus H. Christ”, she murmured. “I need to get rid of this guy, now”.<br/><br/>Before going to bed - even though she was dying to fall asleep -, Joan decided it was time to try for a tactic that, hopefully, would make her feel safer.<br/><br/>Picking up her phone and opening a classified ads site she knew to be safe, she typed up a quick ad. “Two bed, two bath flat, needing roommate. Quiet male preferred, rent in the form of help with the bills - paying their own share. Person offering is quiet female, mid 20s, works out of the house in alternate shifts. Interested, contact Joan”. Once she added her contact details, Joan took her phone to her room and dropped on her bed, not bothering to do anything other than getting rid of her shoes. She was asleep before her head even hit the pillow.</div>