The smell of this place no longer seemed unfamiliar to me . Sterile with a hint of clinical alcohol . Even the scenery that sat beyond the square windows had become uniform to my eyes . The park seemed to have the same people wander through it during the day . A mother and her four children , two lovers who seemed to be meeting in secret from the way they looked around them all the time , and an old man who sat on the paint washed bench for hours feeding the birds . It had become a mundane view to witness every single day for the last three weeks .
I let out a heavy , helpless sigh and turned away from the flock of grey and white birds that surrounded the old man and his brown paper bag of bird feed . It became painful to even bring myself to look at the man that lay unconscious on the h
