Chapter Seven

Zara

The train ride to the hospital was nothing short of a nightmare. I almost puked all over the train and the innocent passengers. Why?

A certain man decided to squeeze every drop of juice from my stomach , with his strong cologne. I wouldn’t go as far as calling it ‘cologne’, death trap was more like it.

I was enjoying the scenery and loving the wind on my face when said man got into the seat beside me. I felt my stomach churn in a worse manner than I had experienced at the cafeteria.

So, the whole trip, I had to give myself a pep talk, yunno, not to embarrass my family and all, with my fingers plugging my nose.

The moment I walked into the hospital, I ran straight for the restrooms. I proceeded to puke out everything I had eaten in the last two days.

Now, waiting for my name to be called, I revel in the smell of antiseptic. Have hospitals always smelled so good?

I chuckle lowly.

It’s funny because the few times I had accompanied my mom to the hospital for her routine examinat