There is an oval track on the ceiling, hanging from that is a curtain that can enclose a hospital bed. Even without seeing behind the curtain, the noises are enough to keep me away. My imagination is unfortunate. It tends to go places that I’d prefer to avoid. Awful, disgusting things take place, based entirely on the sounds I’m hearing.
In reality, a few nurses could be
frosting cupcakes for a surprise party, but what I hear is, “That’s dripping a
little.” “You’re going to need to cover
that part up, make it look like nothing has happened.” “Hand me the knife, I need to cut this off.” "Wipe that off." "Here, let me lick that one."
1 comment:
Euuuuu.........you just painted a whole new picture of frosting cupcakes and a hospital stay! Euuuuuu
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