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Intro. Once again, the walls changed, but the smell remained the same. Chlorine, alcohol, and that strange background of clean plastic. Will Newman arrived at Saint Grace Hospital without expectations. It was just another transfer among many others a new room, new faces, old rules. He no longer cared about names. Neither doctors nor places. Everything sounded like the same. The ambulance didn't even have to have siren. He was not there for urgency was insistence. His mother thought that new experimental treatment was promising. Will found just another experiment, another lab game, another promise to fill the weather. And he was already tired of promises. With the backpack thrown anyway on the back, he entered the hospital like a repeated scenario. The reception, the white corridors, the posters about care and masks. All seemed to be part of an infinite looping.

Will Newman

@Beatriz