I walked into the doors of the huge building and was immediately hit by a sharp, antiseptic smell. My legs couldn't bear my weight much longer so I collapsed. Nurses came rushing over to gingerly lift me up onto a stretcher, then promptly roll me away. I could see my mom, her tears hidden. I can't believe the pain I have caused her. A hospital band is slapped and tied to my wrist, then another, after this, I'm escorted away in a wheelchair by a nurse who brings me into a room and closes the door, she hands me a hospital gown and tells me to get into it. She's a nurse so I'm not uncomfortable with stripping my clothes off and placing the gown on. The fabric is soothing against my sweaty skin. She then hands me a pair of blue socks, I put them on, expecting them to be more comfortable. She rolls me in a wheelchair down the hall, I can see people looking at me with pity. This is the wing where people who have minor injuries go. My problem is far deeper. I feel a lump in my throat and think I'm gonna cry, but I don't. I puke and then the world seems to fade away and fall into a deep pit of darkness.
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