The orderly wheeled the chair out into the hallway.

I stood in the empty cubicle with her sweatshirt in my arms.

I went to the surgical waiting room on the second floor.

It was empty except for a man asleep on a corner couch under a gray wool coat.

I fed two one-dollar bills into the vending machine.

I got a lukewarm black coffee in a foam cup.

I sat down in a vinyl chair facing the double doors of the recovery wing.

My phone buzzed against my leg.