They say even the air you breathe in a hospital is heavy. You breathe hopeless people's sighs, desperate people's cries. You might be breathing someone else's last breath.

They say hospitals' duality is scary. In a room you see a person crying over a now dead body. In the next room you see a person crying because they've just seen their child for the first time.

They say there's nothing good about being in a hospital, that you can never have a normal life in a place like that.

Well, I'm sure my story will make them change their mind.