By Stormbound
Once through I heard the eclectic door lock engage. I almost started to panic until an intercom crackled to life and the slightly distorted voice of the orderly spoke through it saying that this was one of the interview rooms and that for security reasons the door had to remain locked when anyone was inside. He said I should take a seat and get comfortable and that he would be back with the patient shortly.
I now looked at the room and saw that it had a small table flanked by a cushioned stool on each side, all securely fastened to the floor. Attached to the table was a set of padded leather manacles to restrain a patient seated at the table. Clearly thought had been given to the risk of violence and I hoped none of it would be remotely needed during my visit.