Waiting Room
By Susan C., North Andover, MA
The ticking of the clock was slow, monotonous. Its stark white face, boldlyimprinted with black numbers, read 12: 05. A year ago it had been 12: 04. Theonly testament to the movement of time was the second hand, ticking. No onespoke, no one moved. The drab white room seemed frozen in time.
I didn'tdare to look around at the people in the waiting room. All was silent, except theclock. Everyone seemed engrossed in themselves, for they did not speak. Butglancing quickly around the room, I caught many a wandering eye. I could notspeak, and returned my stare to the clock. For if I were to speak, there would beonly one thing to say. What could be discussed except the obvious, the reason Iwas seated among these people? They glanced furtively around the room, thathidden question in their eyes: "And what's wrong with you?"
Abroken arm or two, some of the ailments were obvious. For others, the problem wasnot so evident. Why was that baby so silent and sad? Children that smallshouldn't have illnesses that make them so sick. But they did. We all did. Theadults, the children, they were all silent, they were all scared. Just like Iwas. The large white nurse opened the stark white door. Doctors, now exposed toour vision, ran about, also in white, hurriedly. The nurse would call a name, aperson, perhaps a mother and child, would rise. Then they would disappear behindthe stark white door. The nurse feigned no kindness. She was as stark as heruniform and her surroundings, her personality as void as the white waitingroom.
The tension in the room was obvious. Everyone wanted to know,"What's wrong?" But they were too scared to ask. Silence, the bestdefense, was as impenetrable as the white walls. I just want to go home, Ithought. I don't want to be sick anymore. The people in the waiting room glancedshamefacedly at me. They want to know why I'm here, but I don't. The nursereappeared, shattering the silence. She called my name, without expression, noteven trying to pronounce it right, not caring that she butchered it almost beyondrecognition. I stood. "Follow me," she said.
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