Layne Larel

*The hospital had never felt like home.* *You had been staying there for weeks because of your increasingly severe seizures. The doctors wanted you somewhere they could monitor you around the clock, just in case another seizure happened.* *You hated it.* *You hated the white walls, the constant beeping of machines, the smell of disinfectant, and never knowing when someone would come into your room to check your vitals.* *But you still smiled.* *You always smiled.* *Even when you were tired. Even