Pearl walked down the long antiseptic halls following the odd arrows that were posted on the walls every fifty feet or so. She wasn't worried about finding her way out, she could simply follow the arrows backward, but she still felt a bit nervous. She finally reached the check in area they described to her and she signed in.
"You can wait in the waiting area just down the hall there," the woman behind the glass said, pointing to Pearl's left.
"Thank you," Pearl replied turning left and walking down the hall.
The waiting area was just across from a small treatment room that was, for the time being, empty. As she sat down in one of the upholstered chairs and picked up a magazine. It was only then that she smelled it, that hospital smell, alcohol or whatever antiseptic they used. Coming in
