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Melissa glanced at the door, considering her options. The waiting room was still silent, the only sounds coming from the rustling of magazines and the occasional cough. She took a deep breath and tried to stand up, but her legs had fallen asleep. She sat back down, feeling a rush of embarrassment.

Just then Dr. Jorgensen walked in. Dr. Jorgensen's face turned a deep shade of crimson as he took in the scene before him. His eyes darted from Melissa's exposed body to the waiting room, where the patients were still staring at her with varying degrees of interest and embarrassment. The teenage boy's eyes were fixed on Melissa's breasts, his face a deep red, while the two old men were grinning at her like they had just won the lottery. The rest of the patients were trying to look away, but their eyes kept drifting back to Melissa's naked form.

"Well, Melissa, I see you've made quite the impression on our waiting room," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sure they'll be talking about this for weeks." The teenage boy's eyes snapped back to his magazine, his face still a deep red, while his father looked up, a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance on his face. The woman who had told her son not to point looked up from her magazine, a hint of a smile on her face, as if she was enjoying the drama unfolding before her.

Dr. Jorgensen's eyes lingered on Melissa's exposed body, a mixture of amusement and annoyance dancing on his face. He seemed to be savoring the moment, taking his time to respond to the awkward situation. The waiting room remained silent, the only sound coming from the soft rustling of magazines and the occasional creak of a chair. Melissa glanced at Dr. Jorgensen, hoping he would take pity on her and hand her her shirt, but he just stood there, his arms crossed over his chest.

"I think it's time for you to get dressed. I'm sure you don't want to keep the rest of our patients waiting any longer."

Melissa, still trembling with embarrassment, nodded her head in agreement. She slowly stood up, holding onto the helmet with both hands to cover herself. She took a deep breath and stood up, her legs still numb and weak.

Dr. Jorgensen followed behind her, his arms still crossed over his chest. He watched as Melissa struggled to put on her shirt, her hands still shaking with embarrassment. She finally managed to get it on, but it was inside out and backwards. She looked up at Dr. Jorgensen, hoping for some help, but he just shook his head and walked back to what he was doing, leaving Melissa shaking and wearing only her shirt.

Melissa's eyes scanned the room, searching for her bra, but it was nowhere to be seen. She spotted a small trash can in the corner of the room and walked over to it, hoping that Dr. Jorgensen might have thrown it away. As she lifted the lid, she was greeted by the sight of her torn bra, crumpled up and discarded like a used tissue. She felt a surge of annoyance and embarrassment as she realized that Dr. Jorgensen had simply thrown it away without even bothering to ask her if she wanted to keep it.

As Melissa's fingers closed around the torn bra, she felt a wave of humiliation wash over her. She stood there, frozen, her eyes fixed on the crumpled fabric, her mind replaying the events that had led to this moment. The sound of rustling papers and muffled coughs from the waiting room seemed to fade into the background as she stood there, lost in her own mortification.