*Brielle’s POV*

There are children screaming somewhere down the hall. The sound of clattering wheels against the wall, scuffing it for the hundredth time because, for one reason or another, no one has thought to clean the one wheel that pulls to the right. I smell that stale plastic glove smell that just lingers in the air as well as mass produced generic surface cleaner. Was it a brand thing to get every hospital to smell exactly the same?

I hate it.

I hate this place. ...