the hospital trip

Day Four

Four days had gone after the chemical was released. The words of the government official on the radio rang through everyone's ears.

"Not that bad."

The doctor ran his fingers through his greasy unwashed hair. He looked up to see the crying mother, listening to her son's 'dying' screams.

"Is there nothing you can do to help? Please, stop his suffering! Do you have any idea how much torture my son is in, just KILL HIM ALREADY!"

"Ma'am, I've already told you, we can't do anything. It's the damned water, the government are selfish and want to see us burn. We have tried everything; guns, poison, bleach, knifes. For Christ's sake, we've even tried chainsaws. Nothing. Works. Now, save the tiny bit of unpoisoned water left in your body, and out of my office."

The woman let out one more choked sob, before she swivelled around, and left the dark eyed doctor's office.

Shivering down the hall, hearing shrieks and screams of pain, she knew that some of those screams, were her son's. She couldn't bear to visit him. She was disgusted by her own son.

She was disgusted by her own son.

She bent down, body racking with cries and shrieks of horror at herself.

What kind of mother was disgusted by her own child at his time? What. Kind. Of. Mother.

She felt the hydration drain out of her mouth as she pondered what hell was like. Her world was doubling and spinning around her. She needed water. Badly. She wasn't thinking. Water. Water. Water. Crawling to the water cooler in the hallway, she ripped the warning tape off like some kind of animal.

Holding her deserted mouth up to the tap, the doctor rounded the corner. They locked eyes. The blurry eyed woman, crying so much she couldn't breathe properly, pressed on, and water trickled into her thirsty tounge.

Immediately, she started screaming in pain  her body was on fire, whereas her brain was freezing her so much that stalactites were poking out of her eyes. The doctor yelped, ran into his office, and screamed into the loud speaker, ,,CONTAMINATION IN HALLWAY 7, I REPEAT, CONTAMINATION IN HALLWAY 7''

Red light started flashing, and a glass door covered his office door. He watched the 'dying' woman crawl over to him, crying and screaming, end me, kill me, please just make it stop.

He winced, and looked away. That was all he could do now.

"We assure you people, noyhing bad will come of this. It'll be no big deal, just some slight pain. No big deal!"

No big deal.

No big deal.

As the mortifying screams of unhealable pain echoed across the hospital, the doctor still wondered if this is what's known as "no big deal."