9:15 am

The streets were as empty as I saw them from the hospital. Not quite, but we scarcely met anyone. The summerly sun was beating down the streets with its awful heat. I felt like the pavement would break anytime like glass underneath this lethal sun. I started sweating a bit; pushing someone on a wheelchair was pretty tiring. The oversaturated white reverberating by my notebook's pages hurt a bit but since she decided to stop for a bit, I was trying to fill this diary. A clothes store caught my eyes actually as we stopped; we're still wearing the hospital's gowns. I reek like hell and booze, and the sterile scent isn't better. Though, her scent started to spread and I was surprised to smell some lavender on her; she smelled like summer.