Screams here, screams there, screams everywhere, pain is heard all over the place.

The hospital suddenly turned into hell’s nest, for each inch I go near that room the aroma of death gets stronger, but I keep pushing my wheelchair nearer, hoping to understand what is going on.

The door of which many patients come out of is in front of me, and behind these doors the stench of death lingers, making the atmosphere like dense jello, almost impossible to breathe, but only making my curiosity for what is in these doors bigger, and I open the doors.