Oh Miss Day

Chapter 9

The creaking of the door caught the grumpy old woman's attention. Her heavy eyes rose from her sleeping granddaughter to a petite scrawny young man wheeling in a table. The structure of the young man alone, aroused a bit of curiosity in the old woman. When he stumbled in instead of walking, she raised her eyebrows and leaned back on her chair. These blasted chairs! Who makes these things?!

"I...uh.. g...good afternoon Ma'am, I am... here to change t...the IV drip." His voice was very squeaky, like that of a mouse. When the old woman didn't grant him neither her approval nor her disapproval, he stumbled to Sarah's other side. "Tell me young man, who made these chairs?" Puzzlement made way to his face as he nervously turned to the old woman. "Ex... excuse me?"

"Have you or any of the other doctors sat on one of these things?" He shook his head more out of nervousness than anything. His hands shook slighty as he looked in the old woman's direction. His eyes refused to look into hers, he wasn't a fan of eye contact so he opted for looking at the shiny floor. "Yet you expect everyone to sit in these, have you ever felt how uncomfortable they are?" Again he shook his head.

"I think you should take a seat and feel what I have been feeling these past few days." To say the poor doctor was scared would be an understatement, he looked ready to cry. His bottom lip quivered with uncertainty as he struggled to answer the woman. Never in his 2 months of working as a doctor, has he encountered such madness! His voice was very low and it quivered as he spoke "Uhm... I...uhm Sorry?"

Grandma Tutu was ready to throw shorts at him but as her eyes connected with the violent shake of his hands, she let it go and rather opted for sucking her teeth in irritation! Perhaps she could speak to management.... Surely they know who is responsible for almost breaking all her bones! Yes management is a good idea!

She tried to lean back more and found that the chair gets even more uncomfortable! This is serious! Her eyes ran around the room in search of something like a pillow. Maybe she could use it to make the chair less uncomfortable. The young man heard her sigh of disappointment and enquired.

"These blasted things get more uncomfortable by the minute, I need a pillow or two." "Uhm... Yes ma'am." He placed the tube he was holding and muttered a small excuse me. Out the door he went! What a strange boy! Grandma Tutu glanced around the room in boredom, Sarah wouldn't be of any help as for 3 days now, she was very unresponsive.

The sudden violent opening of the door forced her to sit straight abruptly! Wha- Her daughter was well out of breathe as she glanced around the room suspiciously, as if she was searching for something. "Talya, who is after you? Can't you walk like a normal person?" Talya ignored her mother and went to stand by the window, her phone in hand.

"Strange black car, parking lot... No, no one here! Hurry!" Grandma Tutu whirled around so quick she had to steady her head before she spoke "What's going on?" 

"Nothing I..." The metal table by Sarah's side caught her attention. "What is that?" Her movements brought focus to the grey sweats she had on! Sweats? Talya would never be caught wearing anything that was not 'socially' appropriate in public, and that included sweats! "Glad to see you finally got the universal dress code.."  She reached the tray and held up the tube. "Mother, who was here?"

"You haven't answered any of my questions but you want answers, the Bible says..." "You don't even know what the cover of a Bible looks like, spare me that! I need to know right now!" A string of curses left the old woman's mouth as she looked at her adamant daughter. "Some scrawny young man, he was about to change the IV, yes I think that's what he said"

"Dr Morrison did that earlier today, why would...." Her eyes narrowed. She slid her phone out of the pocket of the sweatpants and dialed a number. "Get my mother to a place of safety and bring the car upfront... Now!!"

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This chapter needs serious editing!
Anyway, what do you think?