Daisies Lost

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The college hallway smelt sterile. The awful overly clean smell that she and probably the rest of Western society had come to associate with sickness.
The hall was long, impossibly so.
It was empty save for one of the chairs that was occupied by a student texting on his phone.
The meds began to kick in, and the long hall started spinning. She faught off an acidy feeling in her stomach, that threated to make her vomit her lunch that she had about an hour before. 
"Dad" she said "I've made it."
Her vision faded away, and the floor rose to meet her cheek.