The tiles of the floor smell like a disinfectant,

The ceiling of the room looks like a disaster,

The lights on the walls give no shadows,

The beds on the ward feel like caskets,

I hear echoes,

I listen to cries,

I see tears,

I smell blood,

I sense fear,

I stop shouting;

The buzz of the pager won’t stop beeping,

The nuisance in the room won’t stop growing,

There are drugs on the floor,

There is sweat on the palms,

There are cracks on the windows,

There is suffocation in the building.

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