Isabella’s POV.
I was back in another room with another patient.
My eye focused on them as I thought of nothing else but finishing.
They complained earlier of the room, saying it oozed of nothing but antiseptic soap and other cleaning equipment.
I laughed.
“But that's what it's supposed to smell like, isn't it? That way, it can smell clean and good enough for you to come in.” I said as I wiped my hands on a disposable towel, trying to focus on my task instead of whatever they were saying.
“I guess so.” The patient continued, lamenting about how the other hospital reeked of nothing but blood and drugs, a terrible smell in their opinion.
I nodded, my eyes still focused on what I had to do.
That's until the door opened and I noticed her.
May, standing right there, waving at me.
She
