BurnIllusionist always felt Baptist Memorial Hospital was a cold place. The temperature was fine, mind you, it was more like the feeling he got from doctors, nurses and other staff members. It was as if their job had been the result of a community service punishment handed down from some bitter, vindictive judge. Even the décor of the place was cold. The halls, painted drab gray, reminded him of a morgue. The color clashed quite nicely with the sickly green color of the rooms. Most of the time he had to resist the urge to vomit whenever he stepped into one. He had flashbacks of the scene from the movie Exorcist when the little girl blew chunks all over the bed. Whoever chose the paint color should have been shot before they could commit the horrendous crime of design fail.
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