Jordan hated hospitals, he hated the smell of them and how they made him feel sick. Everyone walking around in robes with something wrong passing on their smelly germs and infecting others unknowningly as they walk by. Jordan had come for his check up before he is admitted to hospital to get the tumour removed. The whole idea of the doctor's appointment was to check that he was fit enough to be put under and operated on. Jordan was scared as he walked through the hospital hallway looking for the place he needed.

He finally found out and opened the door to the section of the hospital. He was wearing a red tee and black jeans with white trainers and a jacket as he was quite cold. He walked towards the counter, 'Hi, Jordan Otis, I am here for a check up.' he said as he looked towards the woman who smiled and gave him a card, 'thankyou Mr. otis would you please take a seat.' she said with a smile. Jordan walked towards the sofa area and sat down, he looked at the card and fiddled with it in his hands, god he hated this place.

He sat there seeing the doctor come out and waited for his name to get called out but it did not it was some woman about 65 years old with her daughter. A woman about 50 looked towards Jordan, 'that woman has been here since 9am this mornign for a 9.30am appoinment.' she said to jordan. Jordan looked at the clock it read 10.30pm, great they were behind. 'I is ridiculus isnt it.' the woman said to him. Jordan smiled politly and just said 'yes it is' and then went back to looking at the card. That would mean that it would be at leat 11.3am till he got seen. Jordan looked at the card in his hand and shuffled it around. Before he left the house he told his parents where he was going, they all knew about his illness now.