Ste wiped his mouth for the third time. For some reason, he seemed to be drooling. His eyes were doing the same, streaming a constant river of tears as he squinted in the midday sun. The smell of antiseptic wasn't helping either. Ste had always hated the smell of hospitals. They were all the same, and while he understood they had to remain sterile for patient safety, the clinical coldness brought back memories he didn't want to relive. When he reached ward 9, a motherly looking woman with a blonde perm looked up from the desk. 'Nurse Smith,' her badge read. "I... erm, I'm h—here to see Adam," he stammered, feeling like a criminal. For a second, he thought she would shout at him to leave. Ask how he dared to show his face here, the murdering little scroat? Instead, she smiled. "Go straight in," she said and pointed to the room on the left. "Hand gel is on the wall."
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