Nihilistic Debate

Nothing Left To Say

I hopped out of the cab as fast as i could. My mother was paying the cab driver. I looked back at her and she looked at me too. I signalled that i was going inside. She nodded her head and blinked at the same time. On that, i dashed into the first door i could see. It was transparent. The rest of the building was white. Clean and polished white. But thats how hospitals are supposed to look right? I looked up and the sun hit my eye. I was able to catch a glimpse of the name. The letters were red and i think the edges were a darker shade of red. Maroon, maybe. 'Houstans Hospital For Factures', it read. It was suppossed to be the best ....... bone hospital (i didnt know what else to call it) in Houstan. My parents had that king of money, so yes, we could afford it.

I dont think i had ever entered a hospital before, not that it would have made it less scary. Its not like its a haunted house with zombie's ready to kill you and you're so paranoid that you cant even move or something. But yet, when your brother say he's going to the library for a project on aquatic life and you get a call two hours later saying that a boy was caught steeling a man's car with a knife in his hand and in the process got badly injured and now they want you to come and verify the body, its terrifying.

When they said the 'body', i was afraid to death but then they assured me it was just an injury. Okay, not just an injury, a big bad bloody injury. They also said there was a hell loss of blood, not those exact words but somewhere near and that he was unconscious. After talking to them, I tried to call him then but he wouldnt pick up. The moment my mother came to know, panic rose in the house and my mother and me wasting no time left for the hospital. While we were on the way, there was another callfrom the department, this time on my mother's phone instead of the residance number as we weren't in the house. They said that the boy had just become concsious and he spoke but he said that his name was 'Johnny black' .Weird. I'm pretty sure my brother's name isn't 'Johnny Black'. Not even close. It was a relief when i heard this but we still had to go, just in case.

The rest of the journey, i wasnt so tensed. Yet, when we got a little delayed because of the signals and traffic, I felt happy. I wanted to delay the moment as much as possible. It was like drinking milk. You know your mom's going to eventually make you drink it but yet you try to obstruct it because you think, 'The later, the better'. I figuered that wasn't true. It's easy when it goes fast, like a bandage.

I didnt want to know whether the person they had caught was my brother or not. Suprisingly, that wasn't how I reacted when I got to the hospital.

Through the transparent door and straight to the receptionist's table. She was talking on the phone. I waited which i would have never done in such a case. 

The receptionist looked more like a business woman of some sort. A white shirtwith a black coat and black pants. None of the clothes she was wearing were made of cotton whereas everything on my body was cotton.her hair was straight and brunette. She would be pretty except there was excess of makeup on her eyes. She had worn lipstick which wasnt dark but visible and a light blush. 

"Hold on.", she said to the person she was talking to on the phone with and placed the phone on her shoulder blocking the one speaker so that the other person couldn't hear our conversation. her name on the batch said 'Ms. Arabella'.

"Yes?', she asked me raising her eyebrows as if i were just another dumb child come to ask her for chocolate.

My eyes moved from her batch to her face. At the same time my hands jumped on the desk and my head jerked a liitle forward, a little too fast. "Jacob... I mean Johnny Black." I didnt mean to sound so excited but when i spoke it seemed i were a puppy asking my master for some more pedigre (excitedly). It was then that i realized the seriousness on her face like she didn't care. She put the phone to her ear again, her eyes inspecting me and spoke, "Hey, I'll call you back in two."

She smashed the reciever on the ... on.... on the place where you usually smash it, i mean keep it. Her fingers typed the name 'Johnny Black' on the keyboard. For a young girl maybe in her mid-twentues, she was very slow at typing. I hoped they had saved his name as Johnny Black and not 'the - guy - who - got - hit - by - his - own - knife - while - attempting - to - steal - a - car' which was probably unlikely because my brothers name wasn't Johnny Black and there was no other name they could have given him.

Arabella kept her head towards the computer and only moved her eyeballs towards me. "Go straight', she said pointing her finger in a particular direction which was my left but doen't matter. "then up the stairs - dont use the lift, its malfunctioning - go to the second floor and you'll find a room that says '302' on it." She looked at me as if she was telling me ,'Go on, drink the poison, its not bad.' 

My mind was a little slow processing everything right now because much of my mind was occupied with tension for my brother. " Okay.. Then?" I asked. Stupid question, i thought as soon as spoke the words. How dumb was i? Of course i have to go in the room after i find it.

"Then?" she asked me and replied back to me and herself by saying, "Then you can wait there for the rest of your life till a zombie comes and eats you up."

Lame, I thought.

"I'm not an eight year old kid', I said " I know hat to do."

"Oh yeah? Thats why you asked me what to do after seeing room 302?"

God, this receptionist was chucking a hell lot of attitude. This was a hospital for christ sake. You are supposed to have sympathy. Every man wgo comes here, is emotionally hurt. But look at her, she's just sitting here with her sarcastic comments.