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"INT. BLINDINGLY WHITE HOSPITAL - CORRIDOR - DAY

The camera pans across the pristine sterile hallway that seems to stretch out endlessly, bathed in blinding white light, reflecting off the glossy floors and walls. Suddenly, a flash of color appears in the distance, breaking up the monotony of the environment. It's PATRICIA (late 20s, radiant and captivating) effortlessly, gliding through the corridor in a wheelchair. Her outfit is a striking contradiction to the clinical surroundings - a chic black dress with a high neckline and long sleeves, paired with dark red lipstick and immaculately styled hair. The echoes of her wheels reverberate in the silence.

A GROUP OF PEOPLE, who are all dressed in casual clothes and look uncomfortable, huddles near the doctor's office door. They steal glances at Patricia, their curiosity piqued by her enigmatic presence, as she slows her wheelchair to a stop before the reception desk.

MARCEL, a suave young man in his mid-twenties man wearing sunglasses and a tailored suit, walks in with an air of mystery. An identification card dangles from his suit jacket. He scans the area until he spots Patricia, and his eyes linger on her for a moment longer than necessary. They exchange glances, their familiarity apparent yet unacknowledged. A faint smile tugs at Marcel's lips, as if he knows something no one else does.

The receptionist, LUCIA (40s, fashionable, and sassy), keeps looking at her computer screen. Patricia fidgets with her hands, adjusting her dress and moving her legs, which seem to be functioning perfectly fine.

LUCIA:
Can I help you, ma’am?

PATRICIA:
(slightly mischievous)
Well, I seem to have found myself at a conundrum. Am I in the wrong place, or is everyone else?

LUCIA:
You’ve got a way with words, dear. Take a seat, the doctor will be with you shortly.

PATRICIA:
Already sitting, but thanks for the offer anyway.

Patricia maneuvers closer to the office entrace as her eyes dart around, observing the other patients sitting nervously. A palpable tension lingers in the air, heightening the mystery.

Marcel slowly approaches Patricia’s wheelchair, a confident smile on his face.

MARCEL:
(mimicking charm)
What’s a macabre thing like you doing in a shiny place like this?

PATRICIA:
(coldly, yet smiling)
None of your business.

MARCEL:
(unfazed)
You don't have to be so cold, even if you are dressed in a funeral uniform.

PATRICIA:
(thawing slightly)
Sorry. It's just...this isn't exactly the most pleasant place to be.

MARCEL:
(nodding sympathetically)
I'll take that as constructive criticism of my work.

They share a quiet laugh.

MARCEL:
(maintaining his charm)
I just couldn’t resist coming over to say hello.

Patricia’s stern facade softens, the tension easing.

PATRICIA:
(teasingly)
Is that your second best pick-up line?

Marcel grins, taking the challenge in stride.

MARCEL:
(leaning against a nearby chair)
I’m just getting started, sweetheart. But maybe we should save the banter for later.

Their playfulness masks a deeper understanding between them, keeping their true intentions hidden.

PATRICIA:
(leaning in)
We always had out secrets, didn't we?

Before Marcel can respond, DR. BENDS exits his office, beckoning Patricia with a subtle gesture.

DR. BENDS:
Ms. CARTER, please join me.

Eyes locked with Marcel’s, Patricia skillfully maneuvers her wheelchair towards the Doctor, her legs subtly shifting under the somber fabric of her blanket. Marcel watches her go, a curious expression on his face.

MARCEL:
(calling after her)
Hey, Patricia?

PATRICIA:
(looking back over her shoulder)
Yes?

MARCEL:
(grinning mischievously)
After your appointment, let's grab... some medication?

Patricia raises an eyebrow but doesn't reply. Instead, she gives him a enigmatic smile and continues rolling into the doctor's office.

INT. DOCTOR’S OFFICE - DAY

The blindingly white and shiny doctor’s office is devoid of any warmth, echoing the sterile atmosphere of a hospital and looking more like a laboratory. The walls gleam with an impersonal brightness, creating an otherworldly ambiance. PATRICIA fluidly wheels herself into the room.

Dr. Bends, an unusually strong, brutish, and uncouth burly man in his late thirties, with a rugged beard and a gruff demeanor, hurriedly pushes Patricia’s wheelchair closer to his desk with little regard for her comfort, nearly knocking Patricia's knees against the edge of the chair in the process. Patricia shoots him a disapproving glance, clearly unhappy with his rough handling.

PATRICIA:
(slightly irritated)
Could you be a little more careful, Dr. Bends?

Dr. Bends grunts and abruptly takes his place behind the desk. He fixes his intensifying gaze on Patricia, his eyes harboring a guarded curiosity. He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself before addressing Patricia. He clears his throat and begins to speak in a low, measured tone.

DR. BENDS:
Quite a wonderful dress.

Patricia offers a brief, nervous chuckle, attempting to downplay her anxiousness. She cover her mouth with her hand, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for something to focus on.

PATRICIA:
(laughing awkwardly)
Quite the charmer, aren't you? Nothing wrong with good impression. (smirks slightly)

Dr. Bends doesn't react to Patricia's joke, instead choosing to maintain a stoic expression. He picks up a file from his desk and flips through it, his brow furrowed in concentration.

DR. BENDS:
I see.

He meticulously repositions the documents on his desk before retrieving a particular one. He raises it, displaying a photograph of Patricia. It's a picture of her, taken recently, judging by the hairstyle and clothing. He taps the image with his index finger, his voice taking on a hint of mystery.

DR. BENDS:
Do you recognize this person, Miss Patricia?

Patricia's eyes widen, her lips parting in surprise. She nods slowly.

PATRICIA:
(hesitant) Yes... that's me.

Dr. Bends leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers together as he studies Patricia intently. He silently scrutinizes Patricia’s reaction, studying the emotions that flicker across her face. Patricia, growing more self-assured by the second, refuses to let her initial trepidation overwhelm her confidence.

PATRICIA
(challenging)
I’ve been through my share, Doctor. Nothing surprises me anymore.

Dr. Bends, still silent, maintains an inscrutable expression. Patricia’s steely determination confronts his enigmatic demeanor, creating an intriguing mix of tension and curiosity.

PATRICIA
(teasingly)
You know, Dr. Bends, I sense there’s more to you than meets the eye. Just like me.

A hint of a smile graces Dr. Bends’ face, revealing a glimpse of his hidden depths.

DR. BENDS:
You're a puzzle, wrapped in a mystery, shrouded in enigma.

The camera lingers on Patricia's face, her expression a mix of apprehension and determination.

PATRICIA:
(leaning forward)
I think we both know that’s a two-way street, Dr. Bends.

DR. BENDS:
(leaning back)
You see, Patricia, I’ve been studying people like you for quite some time now. People with unique abilities, shall we say.

PATRICIA:
(skeptical)
Abilities? What are you talking about?

DR. BENDS:
(smiling)
Oh, come now. Don’t be coy. You know exactly what I mean. Your… talents.

Patricia’s eyes narrow, her face becoming stone-cold.

PATRICIA:
(ice-cold)
I don’t know what kind of games you’re playing here.

DR. BENDS:
(leaning forward)
Oh, but I think you do. You see, Patricia, you’re not the only one with secrets. I have secrets too. Secrets that could change everything.

Patricia’s interest is piqued despite herself. She can’t help but wonder what Dr. Bends is hiding."
Write several well-thought out hypotheses about the overall plot behind all this secret talk.