The Waiting Room Novel Novels & Stories

The chair was cold and slick under Richy’s bare thighs. He’d changed into the paper gown in the little room. The gown was tied in the front, but the back consists of two flaps that don’t meet, leaving him exposed from the waist down. He kept his hands pressed flat on his knees to stop them from shaking. The air smelled of antiseptic and something else, something sterile and metallic that coated the back of his throat. Every other man in the waiting room stared at the floor or at their phones, their faces blank as each got lost in their thoughts, in a world that had no concern for those around them. Richy’s knee bounced against the polished tiles, and he bit his lower lip.

The waiting room is cold. White walls. Fluorescent lights that hum and flicker, casting a sickly pallor on everything. The smell of antiseptic burns my nose, sharp and clinical, mixed with the faint undertone of coffee from the vending machine. The chairs are plastic, hard, arranged in rows facing a television that plays the news on mute. I see our faces on the screen. Headlines scroll across the bottom. Preston Family Scandal. Attempted Murder. Doctor Targeted.

For Mom’s treatments, for Lena’s tuition, for a way out of the drowning dark. This could be the page where my new life began. I sat in the air-conditioned waiting room. But even the chill in the air couldn’t stop me from sweating on the inside. I chewed on the inside of my lip. I was last. Every other person called before me had walked into the meeting room and come out minutes later wearing a strange look. And each one was quietly escorted out by security. No one spoke. No one looked back. I had no idea what was happening in there.

“Bleiz, by the time you see this letter, I will have already left. As for where I went, I don’t know either, but you won’t find me. As for why I left, the reason is simple: I don’t want to wait anymore.” “I don’t understand. How much longer do I have to wait for you to take me away? Will you one day lie to me and say that I have to wait for your and Mona’s child to grow up, get married, and have children, or wait until you’ve grown old with her before you leave with me?” “Bleiz, my youth is also limited. I don’t want to continue waiting for you based on an empty promise that has no end in sight. Let’s say goodbye here. We will never meet again.”

About how I’d gone to bed married and woken up… not. Life didn’t give warnings. It just stacked things on top of each other and waited to see what would break. The hospital smelled like disinfectant and old coffee. I checked in at the front desk, took a seat, and waited. The waiting room was full of people pretending not to watch each other. A woman across from me held a man’s hand too tightly. Another stared at her phone like she was afraid to look up. I wondered what they were waiting for. When my name was called, my legs felt heavy as I stood up.

Izzy sat in the waiting room of Chicago Memorial Hospital, her knee bouncing anxiously as she gripped her phone in her lap. The sterile smell of antiseptic clung to the air, and the low hum of medical equipment buzzed faintly in the background. The room was quiet, save for the occasional shuffle of feet or murmured conversation, but inside her head, it was chaos.

Maria demanded, gruffly, shocking the chubby nurse with her odd male like voice. "His name is Blake, Blake Johnson," I supplied without looking up from the book. I had about two pages left, I was so close to finishing it now. "Are you family---" she was asking, carefully when I heard more than saw her come in. The trio was finally complete as she walked in as tall and as intimidating as I had remembered. I dropped the book to make eye contact with her, my brain faintly noting the ever sickening hospital stench. For the first time, I noticed that there were other people in the waiting room too, an odd assortment of people ranging from a young boy holding a prosthetic leg to a toothless woman.

Reaching at the floor 55 I went towards waiting room.. But as soon as I entered the waiting room my face got pale. The full waiting room is full. Less than 50 women are waiting here. And most importantly they all wore short reveling dress. Almost their all body parts are can see though their so-called dress. And all of them is so beautiful.. I went and sit beside a woman but she looked at me head to toe and gave a disgusting look.. Seeing her expression I looked down ar myself. Do I look so ugly that she gave the the disgusting look..

“She... she didn’t have any family.” The nurse’s face fell, and she gave them a sympathetic nod. “You can stay,” she whispered. “Until they finish the paperwork.” They sat in a small waiting room, surrounded by stiff plastic chairs and old magazines no one bothered to touch. The clock on the wall ticked loudly, each second dragging on like an eternity. Kael leaned forward, elbows on his knees, his face buried in his hands. Lena sat beside him, hugging herself, her shoulders shaking with silent cries.

The waiting room felt like a frozen clock; white walls, antiseptic smell, muted footsteps echoing down tiled halls. Thea sat on one of the cold metal chairs, hands clasped tightly in her lap. Her eyes were red from crying, but no more tears would come. Arian stood near the window, his arms folded as he stared out at the gray morning. The rain had just started like the sky itself was mourning. Celine was gone. And they were waiting for her death certificate to be handed over and her body placed in a casket..