The pungent scent of formaldehyde and acrid cleaning chemicals permeated the space, as clean, white clinical walls stripped away any hint of warmth, given by the yellowish hue of the lights overhead. In the distance, the persistent beep of medical equipment harmonized with the symphony of gurney wheels gliding down the linoleum floors. As she shifted in her seat, a barely comprehensible announcement played over the PA system, adding to the sterile atmosphere.
This place made her uncomfortable. There was something about the smell—the chemical stench of lemon covering the underlying reek of rot and sickness. It was like a perfume applied too heavily in an attempt to mask an odour. Yuki shivered, hoping that Noa wouldn't take much longer, yearning to retreat to the bowels of the building where the clinical discomfort was less pronounced
A commotion erupted on the other side of the door, accompanied by the clatter of feet and the squeak of wheels rapidly fading away down the corridor. Here, life and death were partners in a delicate dance, and being in this place made Yuki confront her own mortality. It was a reality she found unsettling. With a sigh, the Haku slid down the chair, her eyes tracing the square polystyrene tiles that composed the ceiling as she continued to wait
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