The hospital waiting room looked like every other hospital waiting room I had sat in before.

The walls were the least offensive shade of beige available while the patterns on the furniture alternated from solid to attrocious.

Small plastic displays on the end tables held brochures about any possible disease or ailment you could possibly ever get, the last thing you want to think about while sitting there.

The person sitting with their back to mine was coughing uncontrollably in his Member's Only jacket while the woman in the corner talked loudly on her cellphone describing everything wrong with her to some invisible listener.