Sunday Scribblings 10-28-07 Hospital

They sat around the plush room, no one speaking. The tick of the second hand on the wall clock and an occasional cough were the only sounds in the room. Outside, in the hall, the sound of personnel being paged, shoes clicking, thumping and squeaking on the polished floor, and muffled conversations could be heard. This small group was in limbo ~ feeling as if they were not a part of the living world and yet, not dead. Waiting for the news to come in was brutal. Each nurse and doctor that came towards the plate glass then passed made their blood rush, then trickle as they went by. The same questions bounced in everyone’s head. The what-ifs, maybes, if-onlys. The ultimate question of mortality, and the accounting for their own lives.
The nurse paused at the door way. Her face gave no clue as she beckoned them to follow her down the hallway. The squeak of her shoes set a cadence as they marched behind her, going to face the unknown.