You can't help but

turn them heads

Knockin' them dead...

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The smell of anticeptic and drugs.

That was what filled TJ's nostrils as he sat on the grey worn-out leather chair at the sick-bay's waiting room.

The choking smell brought back unpleasant memories. He looked around him, the rectangular room was filled with mostly, sick junior students who were either lying or half sitting on the worn-out chair. A nurse sat behind a round white desk, a fake smile in place as she assured them to exercise patience while the head nurse saw to their needs.

He didn't like it one bit, didn't like that he was at the...