We care. Jesus heals.

Two black coloured ceiling fans rotated slowly at the same pace, producing barely enough air for the waiting room. The reception desk was directly under one of the fans. Long benches made from polished wood of about six or seven were arranged in rows under the second fan; facing the reception desk.

The air had a repelling smell of drugs and disinfectant. The walls had two colours, divided by a straight line. Down painted lemon-green and white above. The floor covered in dotted tiles. At the centre of the large room, in a circle on the floor "WE CARE. JESUS HEALS" was written boldly in all-caps.

A flat-screen TV hung above on the wall behind the reception desk, and from it preceded sweet gospel melodies.

Peter sat on the very edge of the third bench; awaiting his HIV test results. He was clearly troubled. This minute he is resting against the bench, the next he is bending over, crossing his legs and uncrossing them. Fear drumming within him.