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LUCAS
I hate hospitals.
The smell alone is enough to set my nerves on edge—sterile, cold, antiseptic. It clings to your skin, invades your lungs, and leaves this metallic aftertaste in your throat that nothing ever really gets rid of.
I sat on one of the stiff plastic chairs in the waiting co...
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