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Post by rolly on Jul 8, 2010 7:01:10 GMT
Sour? Perhaps something closer to lemons, mixed with rubbing alcohol or disinfectant. No one was ever really sure how to describe such a smell and frankly she couldn’t figure out for the life of her why anyone would even want to know. She watched silently as the white garbed nurses and doctors scurried about to and fro in the impeccably clean and bland colored hallways probably going to aid a patient, take new ones in or perhaps help in checking some out. The hospital was always a flurry of activity; even the nurses at the desk seemed to be quite occupied trying to organize their papers to keep track of who has come in or out and which patients were in which rooms. One could only imagine how they all kept sane during such hectic hours. Daytime was the worst; it was like a seemingly never-ending barrage of people coming in for all kinds of problems. From weird to common illnesses, minor to serious injuries, pregnancies, and sometimes the occasional surgeries and even the odd occurrences of someone mentally ill would come.
Chaos was what best described this place, no matter how much they claim it to be ‘orderly’ or even keeping it that way, it would always be…dysfunctional one way or another. “Emmie, there you are. I’ve looked all over for you.” A soft voice came from above the small child who was hiding behind an unusually large potted plant in the hallway where she had been observing the ‘goings-on’ of the hospital’s daily routine. Looking up, the small child recognized the petite form of the young woman who came to the hospital whenever she could on her free time just to tell the lonely children, which stayed in said chaotic, bland and immaculate building, a few bed time stories.
“Hello, Lianne! Is it noon already?” Emmie chirped happily as she stood from her crouching position behind the plant and wrapped her tiny arms around the waist of the young woman. The black haired eighteen year old had become somewhat of a mother figure to the children, seeing as that she was the only one who ever really spent any time with them. Sure their parents, siblings, relatives and perhaps their friends and schoolmates would come to visit, but it would only be for an hour or two. Parents had to work to pay for the medical bill, relatives had their own lives to live and their siblings, friends and so on had school. Being stuck in the hospital for a few days, weeks, months…or even forever would always become lonely. Lianne was their saving grace though, but even she couldn’t come every single day. However when she did come by, she always seemed to make things a little brighter, colorful even, in this monochromatic, foul smelling prison.
Giggling at the little girl’s antics, Lianne patted her head that was adorned with smooth, silky, brown-bob of hair with tiny pink ribbons on the side of her head, keeping most of the strands from irritating her tiny ears. Bright green eyes that sparkled with mirth and mischief, stared back into her own cerulean orbs that were clouded with worry and fatigue. Lianne had been studying late again, and because of it she’d been unable to visit the children in the hospital. Yesterday had been one of their birthdays and she had missed it because she was too tired from both her studies and working at the local pub with her friend Lizelle. Feeling guilty she’d forced herself to come in today to compensate for the days she had missed where she had promised to come in. However, it seems she’d come on a busy day and the overwhelming noise of activity was giving her a slight headache.
She had come only to tell the children a noon-time nap story, but it seemed the group had been incomplete since one of the children were missing and they were all quite persistent in wanting ‘everyone’ from their little group to be there before she began her stories. So, Lianne had set out to find the missing child, Emmie, an eight year old that was admitted to the hospital for being ‘sickly’ or as the doctors called it, she had a weak immune system, meaning she was very vulnerable and got sick easily. If she were to contract even the flu it could be fatal. Emmie was one that liked to observe and with her wild and expansive imagination, would picture things in reality like they were in a fairytale, like a plant would be a dragon of some sort, but it seems she was merely just observing today.
“Yes, it’s noon now. We should head back to the children's ward. Everyone is waiting.” Lianne said gently hoping to persuade the over-active child to return with her for her noon time nap, but it seems Emmie had other things in mind and she wanted to play a little game first before going to sleep.
“You have to catch me first!” She announced as she quickly let go of Lianne who tried to catch her before she could run off, but was unable to because of a sudden dizzy spell.
“Emmie, don’t run! You’ll bump into someone!” Lianne warned as she watch the little girl run off down the hall. Sighing she picked up her skirt and quickly scurried after the child as she did she apologized to people she would either nearly bump into or were just in the general vicinity and were giving her dirty looks for being so rowdy in a hospital. ‘The week just doesn’t seem to be going well for me.’ She thought sadly.
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notes: Edited. Hopefully I got everything.
muse: Fair
tags: people!
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