It has been 3 days. My diet has been mashed potatos and green beens for all 3 days. I would kill for a new meal. I have been making mental notes on the blindspots of the cameras in this hospital. Whenever they let me walk around, I pay attention to every little thing. I have made a map in my mind of the hospital floor, since its not familiar becuase we are in the older building.
Once my mental map and image of blindspots are complete, I can escape from this white hell they call a hospital. And no, this is not a mental hospital, I'm sure. Unless they took me to one and told me it was a hospital and it just looks like a normal hospital, which that is highly possible, but, I doubt it.
My nurse 'Mr. Rory' is very organized, and keeps a close eye on me at all times. That's one of the major problems I am going to run into, getting around him. When he notices that I'm not in my 'room', he will call everyone immdiatly. He's not one to keep secrets, and even if I did persuade him to let me go without saying anything, he would eventually tell someone, who would report him. Not only would I get in trouble, but he would get fired. I want him off of my case, but it's hard to fight for a new nurse becuase he's not doing anything wrong. He's just doing his job.
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Junior Killer
Misteri / Thriller"Chop Chop. I don't have all day" My instructor scolded me. Yes you do. All you do is sit on your bum 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. No wonder you have absolutely no buttocks fat. It's wierd to think of you with butt fat in general...
