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Post by lindzii on Sept 17, 2008 15:55:32 GMT -5
Courtney groaned as she headed to the second floor to check on yet another helpless hospital patient. She hated hospitals and the only reason she was in one at the moment was for community service hours for school. Her along with about fourteen other kids her age had been at the hospital for at least five hours and they were supposed to be here for ten hours every saturday. "Five more hours.." Courtney said to herself fighting the urge to just leave and go home. She walked into an older womans private room, she looked to be around eighty years old and, according to her charts, her name was Delilah and she was suffering from a brain tumor. Delilah was sleeping soundly in her bed, not making any movements. The only thing that assured Courtney that Delilah was still alive was the soft ticking noise coming from the heart monitor. Courtney headed over to the bed side table and replaced the dying flowers in a small vase, along with setting Delilahs pain medicine in a small plastic cup and refilled her glass of water. She turned around and headed out the door once again, headed to the next room over.
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