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The hall is cold, the chairs colder still. She sits on one of them. Takes out the highlighter and starts straining her eyes to make something out of the article. CONFLICT TRANSFORMATION. Five o’clock, five thirty, Six…and the clock finally strikes the six thirty mark. Everyone’s left. She is the only one in the cold empty hall. Two hours spent in waiting for her turn. She can’t wait anymore. “Will be back on Tuesday” she says and leaves.
“Damn! Two hours for nothing.” she mutters stepping outside the hospital premises.