At first there was silence.
The air in the operation room was thick with anxiety. It seemed that even the electronic machinery hold it’s breath. Suddenly with a burst, the baby cry filled the room.
The smell of alcohol hits his nose waking him up. He could feel the warmth of the room and knew it was probably afternoon already. The room’s curtains were closed but all they did was paint the incoming light.
— Urgh, I hate this! — Cried Thomas as he rolled upon the small step to get into the house — Even to enter my own house I have to deal with steps! And the worst of all is that I can’t even fix it myself…