*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. ...