Day 11: A picture of something you hate

I really really REALLY hate hospitals. You can smell the sickness and death everywhere, plus it's scary. But I did wander to the mortuary at the wee hours in the morning when my late Grandmother was admitted. I was freaking scared but I don't know why I'm so brave that night. But I'm actually a coward. Even one of the nurses told us that if we see anything, just ignore it.