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*** The hospital smelled strongly of antiseptic and sickness. It was painfully white, so much so that I couldn’t even concentrate on anything else apart from how white it was. There were several people everywhere, each one looking as tired and worn out as the last. Disease hung in the air, and everyone was either coughing, screaming, moaning or a combination of all three at the same time. A few looked at me closely, but they said nothing and carried on with their business. Morgana dealt with everything, while I sat in the waiting room and stared at the mirror beside me, transfixed by my new reflection. Every single time I turned to look at it, I was absolutely stunned by the fact that I was now an entirely different person. Her bouncy, curly hair drew my gaze everything I looked, and