Visit to the Hospital-short, humour (warning:DRY)
Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 6:27 am
A short story I wrote just for the laughs. Contiunues onwards from the ending of Hisao and Hanako, assuming marriage etc etc
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The smell of antiseptic affronts my nostrils as I enter the foyer. Aside from me, the only person in the foyer appears to be the nurse on duty at the reception desk. She does a double take as I approach her. I’d probably have done the same if I was in her shoes. It’s not every day that a dishevelled, grumpy looking guy walks into the hospital, holding both a bouquet of flowers as well as a teddy bear, demanding the room number of one of their patients.
She spends a few minutes typing away at the computer before finally yielding the room number. I grunt my thanks and break into a brisk walk towards the elevator.
Of all the times to enter labour, she does it at 1 in the morning. My grumbling has no audience as the hallways are empty. As I approach the room, I notice that there appears to be quite a commotion happening in there. I notice a female walk out, wearing a white coat with a stethoscope around her neck. She’s probably the doctor isn’t she? She looks about her mid-twenties. Her black hair is tied into a tight bun and she looks tired but happy. How a woman like that managed to get a position as a doctor, I shall never know.She approaches me and introduces herself as Dr Akita. She informs me that Ms Ikezawa has made a successful delivery and she’s safe. The baby girl is fine as well and apparently looks just like her.
Great. Just great.
The doctor doesn’t catch my sarcasm and is already on her way to the other wards. I gingerly approach the door and brave myself to enter. From the sounds I heard, that mafia girl must be visiting.
The room is dimmed and the curtains are drawn. The only light comes from the bed where I see everyone is huddled over. Hanako is lying in bed, propped up by several pillows. In her hands, she holds a bundle of cloth, the new addition to the family, another anchor to the family life. Hanako looks tired, strained but happy. She’s smiling serenely at the baby and doesn’t notice me at first. However, her friend has apparently noticed me since I entered.
Lilly Satou gives Hisao a nudge and he wakes up with a start. His eyes finally focus and he looks surprised to see me. Oh the things I do for the sake of a fallen comrade. I awkwardly place the flowers and the bear on the drawer next to Hanako and mumble my congratulations as well as my farewell. Time to leave.
‘Hey, you aren’t going to leave just yet, are you?’
The voice comes from the blonde guy in the suit. Well, I guess she really isn’t a guy, after all. I’m about to come up with an excuse when I realise that several other friends of Hanako from Yamaku are here as well. Oh no. It’s a trap.
Damned feminists.
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The smell of antiseptic affronts my nostrils as I enter the foyer. Aside from me, the only person in the foyer appears to be the nurse on duty at the reception desk. She does a double take as I approach her. I’d probably have done the same if I was in her shoes. It’s not every day that a dishevelled, grumpy looking guy walks into the hospital, holding both a bouquet of flowers as well as a teddy bear, demanding the room number of one of their patients.
She spends a few minutes typing away at the computer before finally yielding the room number. I grunt my thanks and break into a brisk walk towards the elevator.
Of all the times to enter labour, she does it at 1 in the morning. My grumbling has no audience as the hallways are empty. As I approach the room, I notice that there appears to be quite a commotion happening in there. I notice a female walk out, wearing a white coat with a stethoscope around her neck. She’s probably the doctor isn’t she? She looks about her mid-twenties. Her black hair is tied into a tight bun and she looks tired but happy. How a woman like that managed to get a position as a doctor, I shall never know.She approaches me and introduces herself as Dr Akita. She informs me that Ms Ikezawa has made a successful delivery and she’s safe. The baby girl is fine as well and apparently looks just like her.
Great. Just great.
The doctor doesn’t catch my sarcasm and is already on her way to the other wards. I gingerly approach the door and brave myself to enter. From the sounds I heard, that mafia girl must be visiting.
The room is dimmed and the curtains are drawn. The only light comes from the bed where I see everyone is huddled over. Hanako is lying in bed, propped up by several pillows. In her hands, she holds a bundle of cloth, the new addition to the family, another anchor to the family life. Hanako looks tired, strained but happy. She’s smiling serenely at the baby and doesn’t notice me at first. However, her friend has apparently noticed me since I entered.
Lilly Satou gives Hisao a nudge and he wakes up with a start. His eyes finally focus and he looks surprised to see me. Oh the things I do for the sake of a fallen comrade. I awkwardly place the flowers and the bear on the drawer next to Hanako and mumble my congratulations as well as my farewell. Time to leave.
‘Hey, you aren’t going to leave just yet, are you?’
The voice comes from the blonde guy in the suit. Well, I guess she really isn’t a guy, after all. I’m about to come up with an excuse when I realise that several other friends of Hanako from Yamaku are here as well. Oh no. It’s a trap.
Damned feminists.
I thought it was you all the time, just like in your other story.