DALLAS
“These amoxicillins are to be taken on a regular basis, okay Mr. Barrington?”,sounding distinctly through her mask. She seemed tensed for the man living in seventies. Stubborn man. The cold weather added to it.
“Actually”,the old voice cracked “...you know I have more likeness for my doctor Ms. Barrows! I wonder how fast she finishes her training and comes back!”,rolling his weary, teary eyes.
How dare he. When I'm already so worried for him.
“Okay fine...totally fine! But for now,you have to deal with me mister!”,told the sweet-sour smile. Itchy heart.
“But Sir,do report here positively...tomorrow 10 a.m.,sharp!”. It sounded more like an order rather than a concern.
“Heartless!”, murmured the old man and made an exit.
“What the heck is wrong with this grandpa, Simon!!”
I'm so worried for him I don't know why.
“Aha..relax Iris. Here drink this...a perfect combat against this cold weather and cold you”, Simon mocked, offering cappuccino.
“I'm not COLD. It's my concern for him, my dear Simon. My heart weakens everytime I see him. He's so sick but he neglects my orders, I mean he's least worried.”
“Hey..hey Iris...just calm down. You know when I, even you will grow into 70s, we too will act like mules in our own deserts. Let him take his own time. Time will make things right...just give him some time..okay!”he smiled, being a comfy for her-like he had always been.
“But Syme, you see his time is approaching and I don't want to see him die. And you know what? The most surprising thing is I never felt such a thing for any other patient and this is what's really bothering me!”. Totally confused and bothered.
“Okay okay...be careful..your forehead lines will stick on your temple forever and you'll grow ugly...you want to be???”, he teased, laughing aloud in the empty clinic room.
The speakers were on, and a heavy voice spoke through.
On behalf of the flight crew, hello, I'm Captain Andrew Aisley, today's pilot. Let me welcome you aboard Delta Flight 1467 to Dallas-Fort Worth with continuing service to Sacramento. We should touch down in Dallas at 5:23 local time, depending in this headwind. And assuming I decide to go there.
Folks we have just touched our cruising altitude of 11,000 feet. I've turned off the seat belt light, which me and you are now free to move about the cabin .
However, for your own safety, please fasten it when you are seated, in case we encounter any unexpected turbulence or I jerk the stick back and forth. You know huh I'm worried for my beautiful ladies and folk men here…..a laugh accompanied the announcement .
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