They were so dumb, I was under the bed! I waited until they had left and changed into my old cloths and just walked casually down the aisle hopping nobody would noticed me.
I almost made it but a lady at the entrance of the hospital stopped me. She asked me how I got in without her noticing. I looked around frantically for a way to get out of this situation. And just as she reached out to get her walkie-talkie I saw a sign that showed the hours that the employes had to work for I looked at the clock behind the woman and I said.
" Probably because you just switched shifts." I was so nervous.
She answered in an upset voice. " I switched shifts 15 minutes ago how come I didn't see you. " I thought that she was going to turn me in. But let me add in my defense I was also half drugged from the pain killers the doctor gave me.
She turned around and was now on her walkie-talkie. I looked around for a way out and then, on the same hallway I came from, I saw my parents and two security guards. Now more desperate than ever I looked around for another exit. Then I saw my liberation, an emergency exit not twenty yards away.
I limped as fast as I could and right before I went through the door my trouble making instincts kicked in and I pulled on a near by fire alarm. I thought this should provide a wonderful distraction.
I walked like a retard for about half a block then I went behind a super market and went to sleep.
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My Last Two Weeks
Short StoryPaul Doner has had a great life until he entered 8th grade when the doctors diagnose him with an un curable disease. He escapes the hospital and lives the best two weeks of his life he has left.
