The waiting room, a high one-windowed room painted a dark green, was empty. And for some time we sat on the bench and did nothing but stare at the opposite wall. It was the bitterest day of the winter, the bitterest day I could ever remember, the streets black rivers of ice, the sky full of the bitterness of snow which seemed as if it would never fall. The fingers of my brother’s broken arm had already gone dead, blue to the nails, with the great cold. He sat with the fingers of the other tightly clasped over the dead fingers, trying to warm them. It was all right, I kept thinking, we were first, we should be away in a few minutes. In some other part of the hospital a baby was crying. The fitful sounds echoed and reechoed down the empty corridors. Then suddenly the sound ceased. We listened for it to start again, but nothing happened. The whole place seemed empty and deserted, as though all the inmates had died in the night. ‘We could pinch the radium,’ I said, ‘and get away with it.’ When we laughed the sound seemed sacrilegious.
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