With worry weighing heavily on my mind I take my first steps.
(I'm used to being surrounded by so many nurses but sometimes they make me feel anxious, it's like how do I know you're who you say you are?!) I think to myself as I'm getting push around in a wheelchair.
"They don't care about you, they're just here for a check" I hear from one of the slightly open rooms, (seriously what's wrong with some of these people, it's like they don't want to get out of here just keep your mouth shut and say what they want to hear then they'll let you go) I say to myself.
<So is that what you think will happen if you just keep your head down, you'll sneak by??> said the nurse pushing. (What do you mean?) <well you said"keep your head down and mouth shut and you'll get out of here".> (what nnnoo why would I say that, that'd make me look like I'm not getting better.) <well that what I heard come from your mouth, unless there's a ghost whispering in my ear.>she said with some sass.
I let what she said sit in the air for a bit, but by the time I wanted to say something I was already at the Terrace left alone to sit by myself. (I should be used to this, I shut people out and still expect them to reach out. I'm a fool to think that anyone would have the patience to deal with me and my bs.) I think aloud.
-NO ONE LIKES A DEBBY DOWNER PAL.- I hear for behind me. (Who's there?)
