Cibophobia || Corpse's Husband

1 || "i just wanted to stream..."

|| covid - 19 did not happen ||

"That treadmill still looms
Your hedonic misuse"

- Lovejoy || The Fall

6th February 2020 8pm

Noise, it's everywhere, all day and all night. But today, none of it. The hospital was as quiet as it could've ever been. You could have heard a pin drop, and I didn't like it. It put me on edge.

I went up to the front desk waiting as patiently as I could for the nurse to get off the phone. I didn't interrupt her since it was rude but I was getting impatient. There was no staff around, no patients walking about or crying in pain. Nothing. Don't get me wrong I loved that there was no noise, but it was getting weird. Normally I'd wait ten minutes to get checked out but it's now been thirty minutes and I had to get home to stream.

'Sorry young man, you might have to wait another five minutes, there's been a- a patient situation.' the kind desk woman stuttered out.

I nodded and sat back down, she already looked stressed out and I didn't want to add to that.

The silence was interrupted by a blood curdling scream.

'NO' the scream was quite a femaning voice, I hope that they're okay. I guess they're not considering their screaming in a hospital.

Sobs filled the empty halls.

A small frame was brought out of one of the rooms. A girl. Sobbing. Kicking. Screaming. In pain. A string of no's followed the small girl who was currently being held down by a taller, stronger male figure. She stopped, sobbin taking over the hallways yet again. The man got off her and waited to make sure she wouldn't run, i'm assuming. As the man picked her up I noticed he was bringing her closer and closer to me?

'Lisa, I need you to keep her here. I gotta go deal with you know who'

'She has a fucking name ya know' she spat back, the sobs stops but now with posian inlacied with every word.

'Language!'  both the man in white and the lady at the desk said, one softer then the other.

'Or what? Were not in the nuthouse no more, just the regular hospital you cant tell me to do shit'

Nuthouse? What was she going on about?

The man in white left not wanting to deal with her shit.I guess?

I couldn't help but look at their clothing choices. it was different, you dont see many people dressed like that especially in hospital.

Time skip

Finally i was seen too and they said the same old same old. My vocal cords are too close to my throat or whatever. I didn't really listen since they said the same thing every god damn week. i was getting tired of it.

I just wanted to go home and stream today but i guess its too late because when i got home it was already 2 hours over time. I turned the shower on ignoring all notifications, that was the shitty part. Getting annoyed at myself for things I couldn't control. just like having to go back next week for the same shitty talk with the same shitty doctours all over again. I got out of the shower, dried off and didnt even bother checking my phone, just sleeping.

I just wanted to stream...