The walls of the room are painted a dull creamed khaki color with designs of children's drawings. The floors are tiled with a white background and blue specks scattered throughout each of them. The sterile smell of antiseptic and staleness lingers in the air. The piercing bright lights blind, and the earsplitting sound of the intravenous machine consume the room. The humming sound of the blood pressure cuff deafens the ear every hour. I, myself, am lying on the metal stretcher. The slow hiss from the clear oxygen tube hangs from the attachment on the wall, twisting about over the bed around my face. The sheets of the bed lie stiff and crisp beneath my skin. The TV sits blaring and vibrant in the background. The brown wooden TV shelf stands tall and broad in the corner of the room. The sterile green cabinets are anchored against the wall, holding a bright silver sink on top. The blacked rimmed computer hangs attached to the wall at the foot of the bed.
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Perceptions
Short Story"Humans see what they want to see." ― Rick Riordan Perceptions the concept of being or the process of becoming aware of something through senses.
