You don't... [she looks more directly at him, desperately looking for a sign that he smells something too. All the white around him brings brings memories of a sterile smell, something like rubbing alcohol. But the smell is faint enough to make her jut wonder if its even there]
You don't smell anything? It's like the hospital...
[she mumbles that last part to herself, only half present in the conversation as her mind runs at a thousand miles per minute]
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You don't smell anything? It's like the hospital...
[she mumbles that last part to herself, only half present in the conversation as her mind runs at a thousand miles per minute]