Waiting Room You have stepped into what is obviously a small waiting room. Several uncomfortable looking benches along the walls are occupied by sick and suffering patients. A receptionist slides open a glass window, hands you a medical information form and a pencil and tells you to fill it out. She closes the partition before you can explain that it's all a mistake. With a deep sigh you take a seat, trying not to get too close to any of the obviously sick people hacking and coughing around the room. After an eternity, your name is announced over a loudspeaker, and you are instructed to proceed west.
You have stepped into what is obviously a small waiting room. Several uncomfortable looking benches along the walls are occupied by sick and suffering patients. A receptionist slides open a glass window, hands you a medical information form and a pencil and tells you to fill it out. She closes the partition before you can explain that it's all a mistake. With a deep sigh you take a seat, trying not to get too close to any of the obviously sick people hacking and coughing around the room. After an eternity, your name is announced over a loudspeaker, and you are instructed to proceed west.
With a deep sigh you take a seat, trying not to get too close to any of the obviously sick people hacking and coughing around the room. After an eternity, your name is announced over a loudspeaker, and you are instructed to proceed west.