XC

The septic smell of pure alcohol and medicine was so potent it could easily make one drowsy. Making his way past the white walls and waiting area with seats filled to the brim of patients waiting for their turn, a tired Alec stopped in front of a sickeningly white door. To his right written in bold black letters was a name tag. Mrs Acres.

He sighed dropping his head to the floor before heaving a large breath. Raising his head he braced himself as he lifted a hand to the door.

From the inside of the room, the sound of a gentle yet firm knock could be heard. The foreign sound is a contrast to the silent beeps of the monitor.

"Come in"

Upon hearing the command Alec entered the room. Closing the door behind him the man orderly placed his hands in front. The bright yellow file in his hand stood out from the interior white walls. Everything inside seemed so artificial as though it was not even real, everything except the man sitting beside the bed, hunched over a small frame that laid still