The wheel sounds fade as the gurney goes down the hallway.
"We should get something to eat," Becky says.
"But you want to wait. I want to wait."
Sunlight lands in improbable places, playing with the sterility.
"Not the cafeteria. Have you found anything good close by?"
"I haven't been out much, but there's a bagel place, maybe some other stuff."
I don't want to admit that I'm starving. Or my stomach is twisting from nerves. Probably that, but I also haven't eaten since a different time zone.
"Let's just run out quickly. Keep our strength up."
We stare at the splotch-pattern floor, and then we both stand up. An agreement. We want to be quick, but we move as though we're walking through water.