Patrick hated hospitals. He hated that particular smell that they had. It was a mixture of stale food, urine, and despair. He had no choice but to be there.
His diagnosis had been confirmed by his doctor. It was cancer. He had to have an operation straight away to remove the tumour in his colon.
He had been devastated when he first got the news. There had been no cancer in his family, and he didn’t even look sick. But here he was, in a hospital bed, waiting to be wheeled in for surgery.
A tear escaped from his eye. He was scared. He wished his mum were there to hold his hand.
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