Gemotions

The elevator doors opened onto the oncology ward, and David felt a fresh wave of irritation wash over him. The smell of antiseptic, the hushed tones of the nurses, the general atmosphere of quiet desperation – he hated it all. He just wanted to be somewhere, anywhere, else.

He was waiting for a bone scan. He found the fact that he needed this scan utterly irritating.

A woman in a wheelchair, with a weary expression, was also heading for the scanning room. She had the same slow, deliberate gait. She also looked very unhappy.

"Long day," she said, her voice raspy.

“You have any idea how long this is going to take?” David asked. His jaw tightened.

She shook her head. "No. But I've been waiting for ages."

"Great."

“You wouldn’t happen to be waiting for the... the scans, would you?” she asked.

David sighed, the sound echoing in the sterile hallway. "Sadly, yes."