Empty corridors. Shadows. Noises. Echo.

A look over the shoulder.

A feeling of being watched.

The chase was definitely on!

He came into the hospital thinking it'd be easy. Just grab the case file and be on his way. But the nurses here were different. They emitted a scent of fruits. One look in their eyes and you would be trapped. Forced to follow your favourite fruit around the hospital. Forever.

He was in the final corridor now. File in hand, ready to flee. Just two nurses stood in his way. He held his breath one last time. Knowing what scent they emitted would be the end of it. The temptations would be too much.

A wild dash. A tumble. Breath released.

A wisp of scent. A wink. Eye contact.

Almost.

Almost.

A sudden jerk of head.

Control.

Control.

Another wild dash.

And finally - escape!

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"We are all procrastinators when it comes to escaping from our temptations."