Melissa occupied a seat in the hall.

Aware of Melissa's identity, the receptionist hesitated to notify her superior about Melissa's presence.

Seated alone on a corner sofa, Melissa cradled herself, adorned in a hospital gown. Her slender frame accentuated the oversized appearance of the garment.

Sympathy welled within Sylvia as she approached Melissa.

Taking a seat beside her, Sylvia tenderly brushed Melissa's hair, offering consoling words. "Mr. Fowler is likely preoccupied. Time may not always be on his side.