Waiting Out The Time

[Meyke Liechandra]

Meyke limped in the hospital wing. She probably needed to see the nurse about the nasty cut and probably fractured leg she'd gotten falling out of the tree her and a few of her house mates thought was a brillant idea at the time to climb, but she just didn't want to have to sit through the embrassment of being healed from just something minor whereas most than likely there were more important things the nurse needed to attend to. Her housemates had insisted she'd go though and they watched and made sure she entered the wing because they knew she didn't like it in there. However, they hadn't came in with her so all Meyke had to do was wait until she was sure they left and walk back to her dorm, no problem.

Meyke peeped out the doors to see if they were still out there. She spoted a few people she knew still climbing the stairs and so she quickly ducked back inside. She prayed the nurse woldn't come over here and demand to see what her 'illness' was.

Meyke took a seat in one of the chairs next to the doors, glad to take the pressure off her bad leg and stared at all the other sick and hurt people already in here. They needed more help than she did, Meyke was sure of it. Well, it wouldn't hurt to sit here for a while, would it? Meyke thought to herself. It really did feel a lot better when she was sitting than standing.

 

[Antonio Cabri]

Doctor Antonio Cabri had been waiting for a new patient to arrive at the ward. The hospital wing had become a fairly quiet place recently, and quite frankly, Antonio was beginning to get bored. He had been hired here as a Doctor, so all he wanted to do was to do his job and treat the sick and injured, but he couldn't do that until someone arrived.

So as Ant strolled the corridor of the Hospital Wing, he was glad to find a young-girl sat on the chair outside one of the rooms. "Hello young-lady" He said, crouching down beside her and removing his suit-jacket so it wasn't in his way when he treated her. Scanning the girl over, Ant noticed the nasty-cut on the girls leg. "Ooo that doesn't look to good." He began in his strong-Italian-accent. "Lets take a look." He said as he began to gently inspect the cut. "So what's your name?" He asked her, it was a tactic he used for taking the patients mind off of the pain that they were experiencing at that particular moment. And 9 times out of 10 it worked.