Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26011836-20161210184326/@comment-4849011-20161212000156

It would go something like this.

''As I made my way down the hallway, a thought had suddenly popped into my head. In this thought, there were two women and one man surrounding a peach coloured steel table with wheels that was placed in front of what looked like an ivory doughnut with beige colouring around the middle of it. The women that surrounded the table were wearing paper white lab coats that went down to their knees. One of the women had brown hair and the other had blonde hair. They each held a clipboard in their hand and they seemed to be jotting something down. The man that surrounded the table wore a Red Sox T-shirt and black jeans and seemed to be looking down at the table. On the table, I saw a pale, scrawny little girl who had casts covering both her arms and legs. Her eyes were light green with a little bit of brown in the middle and they stared upward at the ceiling. "Are you sure this is going to help me, daddy?" the girl said.''

"I hope so, sweetie. Otherwise, I don't know what else to do," said her father as he gently clenched her hand.

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''As I walked down the hallway, another thought had popped into my head. This one had the man in the Red Sox shirt yelling at the woman with brown hair. "Listen, lady!" the man screeched. "I've searched all over this god damn state and none of these 'medical professionals' want to help my daughter! They say it's because my insurance won't cover the treatment she needs! I mean... Why do you think I came to this god forsaken place, huh?"''

''The woman had stood there shaking with tears running down her face. "Sir... I understand how you feel. But...the procedure you're asking us to perform... is just too dangerous for a kid her age," the woman stuttered with her clipboard pressed against her chest.''

''The man's breathing began to speed up as he clenched his fists. His face tightened and turned red. "Too dangerous? Too dange... God dammit! I don't care! If it's going to help my daughter then you give it to her! She can't live her whole life like... like that, right?" the man screamed as he pointed to his daughter.''

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''Tears ran down his face and the woman walked over to him and rubbed his back gently. "Look, sir. Your daughter obviously means a lot to you and you want her to be happy. But let's say I do go through with this and... well... your daughter... um... dies? How would you even deal with that?" the woman said softly.''

''The man began to sob quietly and hugged the woman. "I... I don't know. But I'm willing to make a deal with you," the man replied in a shaky voice. He reached into his pocket and briefly rifled through it. He took out a black leather wallet and opened it up. He removed a thick stack of green and white paper from its large top pocket and held it in front of him. "This is all the money I got on me. You can have it if you help my daughter. Agreed?" the man said. The woman pushed the money away and the man began to sob even louder.''

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''A deep whirring sound quickly increased in pitch and volume until sparks could be seen flying all over the place. Smoke began to fill up the inside of the machine and the daughter stared to cough. The blonde woman screamed at the top of her lungs and tried to pry the heavy door open. The brown haired woman came running over to the machine and grabbed the blonde woman, lifting her up in the process. "What the hell did you do?" the brown haired woman yelled.''

''"I... I just turned it on that's all!" the blonde woman stuttered.''

''At that point, the daughter could no longer see what was going on as the smoke completely filled up the chamber in the machine. Her vision became blurrier and she found it extremely hard to breathe.''

''Just then, she heard her father scream, "Stand back, ladies!" as he thrust a fire extinguisher towards the window, completely shattering the glass.''

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''Smoke rapidly poured out of the machine as her father also tried to pry the door open. "Sir, that door is extremely pressurized! There's no way you can open it!" the brown haired woman hollered frantically.''

''The father then ran around the back of the machine and discovered an electrical cord. He tried to wiggle it loose but like the door, it was also stuck. "Hmm..." the father said. He rummaged through his pockets and eventually pulled out an old pocket knife. As soon as he did so, he hastily moved the knife back and forth, gradually cutting into the cord. When the cord completely split apart, the whirring slowed down and the father rushed to the door. He tugged on it with as much force as he could muster and it flew wide open. The women grabbed the table and removed it from the machine.''

This hospital really does have a number of violations, doesn't it? As for that guy you encountered, there's the old threat, "I'm going to run away and join the circus!" Maybe he did that for real and it ended badly.