I can't stop myself from looking
.At every face that passes
Why is he here? And that young girl?
And that lady in the glasses?
Are they all patients? Or patients' friends?
Come to provide some support,
If the patient's worse fear should be lying here
In some specialist's report.
.But perhaps the wait is hardest
When the door shuts with a click
And you're left there with a silent prayer
For the one inside who is sick.
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