The Waiting Room Object Show 소설 & 이야기

Kate watched her open the door, gesturing for her to walk in first, walking in after her, before closing the door behind them. Her gaze scrutinized the room. It was painted white from the wall to the ceiling, only the floor was spared, having black tiles instead. A massage chair was positioned in the middle with a stool beside it, at the far corner of the room was a chair and desk, a name plate on the desk, and beside the door were 3 waiting chairs. There was also a door at the other corner of the room, which must be the restroom. She noticed there were no paintings or pictures or charts on the wall, like in the other doctor’s offices she had been too, except an abstract painting which looke

It was strangely quiet in the confined space, so I tried to start a conversation to avoid awkwardness. "How about some music?" A rather melancholic tune started playing right then. 'Oh, can't you see it, baby? 'You've got me going crazy~ 'Wherever you go~ 'Whatever you do~ 'I will be right here waiting for you~' I was a little surprised that the frosty bigwig would be playing such a sentimental love song on loop. "I really didn't peg you for a fan, Mr. Graham."

On the inside, the place wasn’t as basic and mysterious, and carried a much greater note of hope and comfort. The faint smell of antiseptic clung to the air, but the beautiful plants and flowers meticulously placed all over the waiting area took away from the assault on my senses. Some elderly residents were wheeled about in wheelchairs, the waiting area was full of people whispering to each other and I could hear the faint babble of TVs all around. I stepped up to the register and greeted the woman standing there. “I’m here to see Da’ana Warner,” I said.

If I didn't have to travel for games, I would have gotten a dog a long time ago. “This is where our service animals stay. They are here for emotional support, and you will see them around the facility each day. Down this hall and to the left is where you will be spending your day tomorrow. Your room key will grant you access to any of the badge stations in the facility.” Haven said, stopping before a large set of double doors and scanning her badge with a beeping noise. She didn’t enter but held the door open for me to look inside. It appeared to be a lobby, and I looked back at her with confusion. I hadn’t seen my schedule to know why I would be spending my day inside a waiting room.

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..

He waited for another thirty minutes before he was called by the front desk and grabbed his bag and the brown envelope with him. “Please proceed to examination room one at the left side, please.” “Okay. Thank you.” Luke then looked for the said room as there were numerous on that side but it was on the seventh on the right side. He knocked before entering and found a figure inside in white with orangey brown ears and tail as her back was all he could see when she was doing something at the other side of the room. “E-excuse me, umm – I’m Luke Sager and –”

Leaving me standing there, alone. “Come.” Nina said to me as we walked inside. She took me pasted the waiting room and into a second waiting room that was just past the double doors. No one else was in here. “This is the wolves’ waiting room.” Nina sat down as she fumbled with her hands. Pacing around the room was the only thing I could think of. It kept me moving and not going crazy. What I wanted to do was punch every single photo of a smiling couple and kick the magazines.

(Natasha) "Sir, the vending machine isn't broken," the security guard says. "It just doesn't take hundreds." "Then what," Elias asks, "Is it for?" I steer him back toward the chairs before Brenda gets a call demanding the hospital be bought and refitted with butlers. St. Anne's waiting room was built for maybe eight anxious people. We are eleven. Gloria's on her third lap of the reception desk, being aggressively charming at a woman who has no new information and is starting to know our names.

“If she wants to speak to you, she will.” Maxwell exhaled. “That’s helpful.” I turned, scanning the room. In the back, there was an empty booth in this shadowy space, slightly out of view from the main bar. I nodded toward it. “We wait.” As we sat, Jameson and Maxwell trailed me. The minutes dragged by slow and stifling. Then the door opened.

Third Person POV At the Smith Group's charity banquet, Jason held Susan's hand and stood under the spotlight, basking in flattery. Suddenly, the screen went black, and a statement appeared on a red background. It was a divorce notice—Charlotte's request to formally sever all ties, issued through her lawyer. Next, a clear ultrasound scan was shown, accompanied by an audio recording. "Take her blood. She's tough, so she won't die from donating some blood." Jason's cold voice echoed through the speakers to every corner of the banquet hall.