I hate hospitals but kudos to the people whose duty it is to tend our bruises with balms, even when their own bruises are visible.
Hospitals fill me with dreads only synonymous with cemeteries and this for me is a turnoff, with another being its drugs saturated atmosphere. The trivialized beeps from hospital devices then sums up why I’d choose a walk in the park for hours than five minutes in a hospital.
I walk back into the waiting room and perch as others did on a stool. But amidst these vulnerable faces, escape from my myriad of spoofed assumptions endured a spell. I sat next to a woman whose eyes didn’t glow, and silence offered repose from her troubles. “We have a right to good living. It’s a hospital, not a morgue.” In pretense, I feign a call that jolts the woman to life.
“You think my son has a chance of making it out here alive?” Her voice trembles.
“I know so. Medical practitioners are good people. They won’t let your baby die.” I assure her, even though my heart fell short of the confidence I offered.
“So why are you here?” She asks with renewed vigor.
“It’s my roommate whom I walked in on lying hamstrung on the floor. I traveled home for the weekend when he rang to tell me he felt unwholesome. I encouraged him to get drugs from a pharmacy, but he said no, his reason being that the pharmacist might consider him a COVID-19 prospect.” This narrative provokes laughter, and we both rode on its wave.
‘You can’t fault the young man,’ She looks the best I’ve seen her in twenty minutes.
“That day on the phone, he said his temperature defiled reason and for that hotness, sheer fate kept him from slumping. For that temperature, he feared that they might remand and whisk him away into isolation.” We shared a moment of dignified smiles. The light at the end of the tunnel seems near.
The doctor walks in and calls out.
“Yes?” I and my chat partner answers in unison.
“Your people can see you now”. He says with obvious confidence. He was a superhero!
‘Thank doc,’ Mrs. Edith says, spotting a victorious heave.
We walk with the doctor through the hallways with triumphant gaits, making sure nothing else but our revived partners matter.
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