Room

I entered the four-cornered room hesitantly. A cell of hostility. It was chaotic. People are running back and forth. The floor was bloody mess. The odor regurgitates my stomach. I want to puke. My thoughts are uncertain.

The prophylactic odor tingles my nose. I squeezed vigilantly. But they asked me to get out because of my viral plague. I rolled my eyes. I stayed for a moment.

The light dramaticallyperplexing at the middle. I can hear the tick tack of the clock, it was like a death sentence. The stabbed young man was ready to meet the angel of death. But those healers are not ready to forgo.It was a butchered place with a consent. - Operating Room