Minutes ticked on. No more than three seconds passed without someone screaming or shouting orders or updates regarding a patient in crisis.
This place is hectic as fuck.
It would have been interesting to listen to, if I could make out more than half of it, and if the half I could hear wasn’t so horrible.
Yeeah, not exactly a pleasant audio backdrop.
The anxiety over my circumstances and not knowing what was going to happen was gradually overriden by a maddening boredom. I couldn’t move, had nobody to talk to, didn’t know enough about my present situation to think up contingency plans.
Relatable. Waiting at hospitals tends to be pretty dull, whether you’re in the bed or a visitor.
I closed my eyes and used my power, because it let me be outside my own body in a way, because it was something to do.
Nice.
Boredom is usually one of the feelings people hate most. Most people will prefer mild pain over boredom, just because it’s some kind of stimulus. Taylor, fortunately, has remote access to a stimulus most people don’t.
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