Shiny metallic doors open as the foot lands on the sensors. Bright eerily white cleans walls lining the hallway to the patient's rooms resemble those of an insane asylum. Each room is decorated with the same welcoming material found in the cold hotel rooms with the complementary flower at the corner of the table and the television remote control found chained next to the bars of the bed. The smell of disinfectant lingers as if patients still frequented the place when they died. Former patient belongings always seem to linger and haunt the current patients, who in turn add to the already fa…
