*Olivia*
I’d always hated hospitals. Bleach had to be my least favorite smell in the world, and the hospital always stunk of it. It didn’t matter where you went either; they were always the same–white walls and white halls, white floors and white doors. It was like stepping into an endless void of nothingness, where everything was spotless and had to be clean and shiny.
Ever since I was a girl, I’d hated hospitals, and this one was no different.
The waiting room was wide open, and multiple families were inside, with everyone lounging in the chairs and kids playing with the toys in their little corner. The colorful little chairs with thick legs made just for kids were thrown carelessly around the room–most likely by the gaggle of children who were running amok.
I scrunched up my nose as the scent of antiseptic and medicine hit me. It was unpleasant as always.
Despite my discomfort, however, I was thankful to the hospital this time.
