The floor was white. The walls and ceiling were white.
The vinyl seating was beige, and couldn't have been less comfortable if the designers had tried.
It's strange that the properties of a hospital that make it sterile and healthy, are also the ones that make it seem foreign and intimidating.
He was alone in the waiting room, for who knows how long. Maybe 10 minutes. Maybe 40. He can't remember. He could tell you the date, but only because he's since had 13 years of wrapping presents and being the guy that says hip-hip for the hoorays after the song.
Later he would tell of how nervous he was. And he wished he was. He felt like he should have been apprehensive. Scared even. But truthfully, he was bored.
This, undoubtedly the most life changing moment of his life, but incapable of grasping the enormity of the situation. And in his defense, how could he? Impending fatherhood and impending motherhood are vastly different creatures. Soon-to-be mums can feel a scaled down person moving about inside them. But he just saw his girlfriend getting fat and eating weird shit. He had felt the kicks, and whispered to the ever expanding stomach that preceded her everywhere she went, but they were more for her benefit than anything else; PR stunts.
And now everything changes. He walked into the room a dickhead teenager, and would leave a dickhead teenager with a tiny human, he'd never met, that he was now responsible for keeping alive. And expected to love.
He did not cry. He was not overcome with waves of emotion.
He introduced himself. And took it from there.