I don't think you ever get used to the feel of hospitals. Wait, actually, let me correct that. You never get used to hospitals in general. The smell itself sucks: old coffee, rotting lavender, and beer poured onto wet pavement (don't ask how I know). The fact most people (including me) don't even get their own room is lovely enough on it's own...the most you can hope for is the ICU, but that's only if you're seriously screwed. It's cold enough as it is people, I don't need the added stress of someone seeing my panda bear underwear.
"Ready?"
I jump at the soft voice, turning to see Heather. She's my nurse....and I'm pretty sure she's having an affair with the janitor. She always smells like toilet cakes at least. Her strawberry-blonde hair is tucked into a plastic hair cap, just as my own mint-colored is. I sigh loudly, making a final tug at the strings of my hospital gown, covered in teddy bears.
"Sure."
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HorrorA normal human ♡ might be described as a forest. So maybe you assume it's noisy and full of life. Now picture this: a silent city block devoid of much else besides slugs and mosquitos. That's my ♡.
