I hate me! Ethan thought to himself.
I hate this stupid body, I hate this hospital, I hate everything!!!
Ethan’s angry thoughts swirled around his head as he lay on the operating table in nothing but his underwear.
He considered running out of the room, but he knew he didn’t look great in those tight white undies. That was enough to keep him lying there, awaiting his fourteenth operation in eighteen months.
The storm raging outside didn’t help his mood. Lightning flashed through the windows, glinting off the medical machines around him.
Ethan tried to calm himself . . . You should be used to hospitals by now, he thought. You’ve spent enough time in them.
Throughout his childhood he had been plagued with health problems – heart, bone and muscle issues – but, after years of treatments, he thought he’d finally beaten them all.