“Where is she?” I asked the receptionist.
“You came? Uh, she’s in the operating room right now, I think you should wait out here,”
“What floor? What room?”
“It’s on this floor but I think yo…” I was already past her desk, down the hallway. Looked at both my sides, and decided to start with my right.
Opened the first door,
“Sorry,” I apologised and shut it, ‘who the hell is that?’ ‘How dare he open the door without knocking,’ and the comments in their minds continued until I was done with the last door. I turned towards the opposite direction repeating the same action until I saw her come out of the room, with her colleagues.
By now, the smell of blood, was being picked up my senses, and was becoming more pronounced, every time I was pushing back the smell, with each smell of bl
