Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-28088262-20140704151238

These days, the hospital is more than just overcrowded. But it is my duty as a nurse to care for the vulnerable, and ensure their families are pleased with the sufficient care on the wards. You have no idea how tiring the job is. Running to and fro around the building, I once slipped on the staircase and twisted my ankle back on itself.



However hard my job is, I must make sure that the loved ones of those in my care are not disappointed. The parents of the sickly child in Room three, the daughter of the lady in Room twelve, the aunt and uncle of the girl who’d fractured her wrist at school…the list goes on and on. This is my job, and this is how I earn for a living. To do my best for those who need it on my ward.



But as for you, well…I’m debating about what I should do with you now. You must understand that, however calm and capable I may seem, my job is hectic and every day I have a lot of people to please.



You’ve been here quite a while, and you aren’t making my life any easier. I guess that’s why even your own daughter doesn’t want to take care of you, so she dumps you here. You can’t speak properly, you won’t eat your food and you don’t react to anything I say. A complete ruin of my reputation, you are. Of course, many other elderly patients are in the same position as you are, but since now your only child perished in a car accident last week, you’re all alone. You don’t belong on my ward, you don’t belong anywhere. Nobody even cares whether you live or die, and now you’re nothing but a complete waste of space.



Once I pull this cord out of your vein, I’ll have one less problem to deal with. Die, you old imbecile.



Beep, beep, beep, beeeeeeeeeeep…  