68. JACE
It always baffled Jace how lifeless all hospitals seemed; considering the amount of life they held within their walls. He wasn’t sure if it was the sterile smell, bland furnishings, or if the aura of sickness and despair was so thick that it wore away your spirit the longer you stayed. Waiting rooms in particular were horrendous. Why hadn’t they invested in comfortable chairs for people to do as the name suggested and wait? The vending machines were also a few corridors down, and the walls had been painted a weird olive colour. If he could paint anxiety with a colour it would be the one on these walls. Three days he’d been here now and it was really wearing him down. His back and neck were killing him, he smelt like he belonged on the streets, and with running on an average of three ho
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