The Hospital Charade

VANESSA

LATER IN THE EVENING

I walked down the hospital corridor like I was being dragged to a place I didn’t want to be. The walls were too white. The lights too bright. The floor smelled like bleach, sickness, and sadness all mixed into one. My heels clicked with every step, echoing through the hallway. It made me feel exposed, like everyone could hear I didn’t belong here. Like I wasn’t really