I dislike many things. Men, Work, IV bags. Mainly my work. A hospital where people come, with hope of living, and leave, mainly without body parts. This is a place with no hope, even the people that work here look less alive than our own deceased patients.
Too many rules, too much discrimination. You could lose your head here, in more than one way.
"Time for your checkup, Dr. Spencer." I said. Glared at him for a minute or two. Mr. Chief of Medicine. He straightened so I can check his pillows, but he didn't flinch more than that.
I verified his pillows, made sure he had water and his pills.
Then I checked his IV bag, and added his new "medicine".
It's not my fault he used his position of power.
It's not my fault.
I just treated him with upmost care, like any patient.
I wanted to make his stay in the hospital..."Temporary".
