Nurse Regina

The standing fan at the corner, stood at attention while recycling the same hot air into the room. The hinge controlling the rotation of the fan had long given way. Just looking at the fan, one could tell it had aged if already they could not tell from how broken it sounded. The fan was not the only old fellow in the room; it seemed to fit in perfectly with the charts peeling off the once white walls that boxed them all in with the cabinets almost coming loose from their hinges in this cubicle of an office.