Conquering The HospitalA Chapter by Arianna
Summer woke up in the hospital with her mother on one side of her phone attached to her ear as always. “Mommy, mommy, where am I?” she asked her mother. Looking around in an attempt to take in her surroundings as she had clearly set foot in a hospital let alone be admitted into one. Her mother scoffed, “would you wait one second” she asked the person on the other line, covering the mic before waiting for them to answer. “you’re in the hospital because you broke your arm and fainted. Rosita called me at work and told me and I was forced to very rudely cancel my plans for tonight to come get you fitted for a cast. Now you know very well when I am on the telephone not to interrupt me, this is a very important phone call summer and I implore you not to bother me again.” She looked at summer with eyes that could burn trough the thickest of steel walls and returned to her telephone. “Yes, Marie I’m back. I’m sorry about that, why I ever had children…” the rest of the conversation however was lost to summer as her mother had left her alone in the hospital room.
She looked around for something to do; it was a big white room that for all purposes looked very boring. It was right then that summer realized that she had an overwhelming need to go to the bathroom right now, and it most certainly could not wait until her mother returned from wherever she had gone. Jumping from her hospital bed, careful not to hit her new pink cast, she walked out of her room and into the hall. “I need to go potty.” She yelled very loud looking around expectantly. However she didn’t seem to have attracted the attention of anyone in the hospital. So she decided she would find the bathroom all on her own. She was six after all, and being six meant she was definitely old enough to find a bathroom.
Summer hadn’t gotten very far before she came to an elevator, “perfect” she said before stepping in and pressing every button on the console; as she had no Idea what floor was the bathroom floor in this building. There were a lot of buttons to push and they took her too many floors, however the floors seemed to be filled with sick people, rather than bathrooms. When the last button stopped glowing summer stepped out of the elevator and again decided announcing that she had to go to the bathroom would be best in this situation, as she had looked on every other floor.
“I HAVE TO GO POTTY” she yelled at the top of her lungs. Looking around, this time she saw a woman in a blue outfit walking towards her. “Miss, I really need to go potty and I pressed every button but there doesn’t seem to be one anywhere.” Summer said looking exasperated pouting out her lower lip slightly like she did when she wanted something from nanny. The woman looked at her a moment before saying “follow me.” Summer did as she was told, making sure to hop on only the pink tiles as she did, as any other tile would have burned the soles off of her shoes being made of lava as they were. When they arrived at the bathroom she faced a dilemma. There were no pink tiles to walk on to get into the bathroom. “Miss, I’m sorry but I can’t go in there.” She said putting on her most serious look, which made her look slightly constipated. “And may I ask why” the nurse asked not looking slightly amused with her. “See miss, there are no pink spots for me to step on. And all the other color spots are made of lava. And if I step in them I will burn my feet off, so I can’t go in there.” The nurse looked at her a moment before deciding that she had better things to do than watch a little girl who refused to walk on only pink tiles, and walked away. Summer pouted a moment before deciding that lava couldn’t hurt her if she didn’t step right on it. She then proceeded up the hallway to find something that could keep her safe from the lava.
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14 Reviews Added on July 11, 2011 Last Updated on July 11, 2011 AuthorAriannaNCAboutHi there, So I know I have a really horrible tendency to drop off the face of the earth. No promises I wont do it again. I do that. But my husband and I are writing a book and we would love some i.. more..Writing
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