The heavy double doors swung closed behind them, their thick rubber seals meeting with a solid thump.

I leaned against the tiled hallway wall with the green triceratops blanket folded over my arm, my thumb hooked in its frayed bottom edge.

The corridor was perfectly still except for the low hum of a ceiling vent fan farther down the hall.

An orderly rolled a clean metal tray table past me, his rubber soles squeaking softly on the white floor tiles.

I turned and walked back down the quiet corridor to the main waiting room near the vending machine nook.