I Hate Everything (Rydon)

I hate being in hospitals. I've spent enough time in them over the years with Ryan. It was always either him or his dad in that bed. I hate the smell of disinfectants that irritate my nose. I hate the squeaky tile floors. I hate that one wheel on the gurney that squeals all the way down the hall. I can't stand the annoying beeping of the heart monitor. I hate the nurses telling you your friend is lucky to be alive. That he needs to see a therapist because he's clearly depressed. Yeah, no shit. I'd say attempting suicide on multiple occasions is pretty fucking depressed. I hate the pristine white sheets that cover the bruises and make everything look better than they are. I hate the pain. And pain is what I saw when I entered Hayley's room. As she lay in those sheets I saw her features contorted with pain. Rushing to her side, I grabbed her hand.