"And how are you, Ma'am?" Piero asked a blonde elderly woman who sat in a wheelchair.
Today he was exploring the Senior Citizen ward. It had been a personal goal of his to visit every patient in every ward and spread some cheer.
The woman smiled brightly at him. "I'm fantastic. A bit of knee pain but great none the less."
He smiled at her too. "I'll give you one of my knees next time I come in, deal?"
She laughed nodding happily.
He moved on to another woman a few feet away.
"And how are you Miss?"
"How am I?" The red-haired woman asked with disdain. "I'm terrible." "Well, what's wrong?" Piero asked, looking her over.
"Well, sometimes I get terrible headaches and other times, my back aches a lot. I have knee pains and my feet swell horribly. My elbows are so painful whenever I unfold them and-" She listed. It was easy for Piero to see that she was exaggerating her ailments a bit too much.
"Uh-huh, I think what you have is a case of over exposure to exaggerations." Piero smirked.
"O-Over exposure to e-exaggerations?" The woman stuttered.
Piero nodded. "Yep, it seems to me that all of your symptoms are just a bit too much. Now, why don't you tell me what's really going on?"
The elder woman sighed in defeated. "I don't want to go home. I have no one there for me anymore. Well, except for my grandson but he doesn't really care. He is such a jerk, he gives me green hairs."
"And you dye them white to hide them right?" Piero teased. He could see a small hint of a smile on the woman's lips.
"They take care of me here. They pay attention to me. They care." She said sadly.
"Okay, I'll see what I can do to help, but no more faking illnesses, okay Missy?" He said, standing up.
The woman nodded smiling. He smiled back and kissed her hand before walking over to Nayelli who stood on the other side of the room. She was in charge of this ward for today.
"Hey Nayelli, you wouldn't happen to have the address of the grandson of the woman I was just talking to, would you?" He asked, hopeful.
She nodded. "I keep them written down in case of an emergency. His name is George Wilson, he works at Cafe Divine." She said, looking through the notepad.
"Perfect. That's my favorite cafe." He smiled and thanked her before walking out.
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DragosteDoctor Accardi wants to expand his medical knowledge so he can better serve his people back home in Sicily Italy. He's offered an internship at one of the best hospitals in Denver Colorado, what he finds is much more than what he expected. Love, sur...
