Vanessa's POV(Continued) Hospitals have a horrible smell. And no, it's not in the disinfectant that makes you think of a toilet. It's in the despair, the desperate cling for hope in the air. Here, you expect the worst, hoping for the best. It's safe to say that I hated hospitals. All of my worst memories live here. Losing Shelly, my dog, when I was just ten. The following year, I broke my ankle when I fell from the tree in our backyard trying to retrieve my ballon. I don't remember much, only the agonizing pain, and the nausea when I saw the way my foot bent. Feet was never ever, supposed to bend that way. I almost passed out just looking at the unnatural angle. Oh, and I remembered the screams. As petrified and scared as I was, Rosa, my nanny, was more horrified than me. And let me t
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