To say that I felt strange walking back into the hospital, would have been a literal understatement. There were no words for me to explain the level of discomfort that I was feeling. Not to mention the amount of stares that I was getting. I didn't entirely understand what it was that was prompting everyone to find such a fascination with me, but I continued to tell myself that it did not matter. I was going to be in and out, hopefully. And if I did end up needing to stay here for longer than I was prepared to, then I would most likely get a private room again.
None of these people would see me, and essentially, none of them would have any reason to come and see me, other than the doctor. I hadn't seen her yet, but I was sure that she was bound to be here somewhere. It might have been no
