Sadness In The Hospital

WHITNEY'S POV

My father and I entered the laboratory and my eyes swept across the various medical equipment. I saw three laboratory technicians engrossed in their work.

My father headed to one of them and I followed him. As the lab tech saw us, he left what he was doing and came to meet us. He greeted my dad and he responded before I greeted him.

He was a young man in his late twenties. He had a cute face and his hair was blonde. He was of average height and was a little bit muscular. He was wearing a lab coat and on his feet were black leather shoes.

My father started conversing with him while my eyes swept across the lab. A pungent smell of chemicals drifted into my nose making me wrinkle my nose and I felt uncomfortable. This would be the second time visiting a lab and I felt the same way the first time I visited.

After a minute, the lab tech started walking toward the left side of the lab where there was a desk and a chair, and my father and I followed him.

The lab tech told m