We waited in the Surgical Decision Unit, a small, quiet community of people in pain. Need leaked from our glances, filling the corners of the space we were in and dissipating out beyond, unnoticed and diluted. Nothing was said as we waited all day our turn to be examined; a timeless time, minutes dissolving pointlessless, and nothing accomplished except enduring discomfort.
Unlikley as it seems, events do inexorably move on. Verdicts are delivered and treatments are proposed, and the conveyor belt, as gradual as a glacier since first we arrived, suddenly speeds up and you'd better hold on tight.
Now it's droppd me off and I'm looking from a light-filled room at trees, a lawn and a hedge in need of trimmming, and in the Surgical Decision Unit, pain oozes from the glances from another group of people, filling the corners and dissipatating out - unnoticed and diluted.
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