It was so early, too early, it was like black velvet outside. I bounced my knee nervously as I waited. All I could hear was my heartbeat, loud and deep and racing, and all i could smell were sterilizers, they clogged up my brain. They called for me, and I walked through the cold white empty hallways. The nurses injected anesthesia into my veins, And I held my breath. I hated needles. I hated hospitals. I hated this. I laid on my bed, and they said to count down from ten. I don’t remember what happened after three.