Voiceless

Chapter Nine

Being last in the group had it's advantages such as...(inaudible)...

However it had a majority of disadvantages that I had been glad to explain. First of all, time decides to move really slowly as if it's purposely trying to be beaten by a snail. Also, nothing exciting happens when you're waiting unless you've counted the amount of times Macy, a woman in group D, dashed towards the toilet to vomit and blamed it on her pregnancy.

We all knew she was just nervous like the rest of us, except her nerves were increasing to override. You could tell by the perspiration evident under her armpits and believe me when I say, I tried to avert my eyes from the noticeable patches but it was inevitable. My attempt at asking about Macy to Anna earned me a stinging pinch from her claws and a warning to keep my nose out of "everybody's business". As I massaged the area where the stinging sensation burned from I ran my eyes over the women surrounding me. Everyone was either in their late twenties or early thirties.

 I racked through my brain to check whether I've seen any of them while passing the streets on an ordinary day but not a single face rang a bell. Finally after six women walked in and out of the door, it was my turn to get assessed. I walked into the office, less nervous than before as of course waiting after 20 people would have drained the life out of anyone. Dr Jeffrey was spinning on a swivel chair, looking unusually like a kid who had found his little guilty pleasure. 

"Are you the only doctor in this entire hospital?" I asked as I dropped myself down on the chair. The doctor gave me a deadpanned stare.

"Of course, because it's so realistic of hospitals, especially a hospital run by the government, to hire one doctor for the entire place. One doctor can handle 20 patients easily hands down, right?"

"Okay I get it! No need to overload with the sarcasm. Holy Kookaburra, you people here take everything I say in the most annoying of ways" I exclaimed and crossed my arms over my chest irritatingly. The man let out a sheepish cough before mentioning, "Probably it's who they're talking to that makes them annoying". Looking at the glare I just threw at him he chuckled before adding, "Just a thought Hazel". 

Dr Jeffrey flashed a torch light at my eyes and did the regular procedures of a check-up. He checked my blood pressure and even measured my weight. Once I was sure the check-up was over I stood up and made my way towards the gleaming white door. My palm was fixed on the handle twisted anti-clockwise, ready to pull it open when suddenly he called me back.

"You're not done yet, Hazel" he announced and for a few seconds it gave me the chills because it reminded me of the cliche scenes in horror films before the actress turns around and has a meat cleaver adorning her head. I turned around and witnessed him bringing out a syringe. Cue the horrific cliche screaming. 

"We're having your insemination done now Hazel or have you forgotten? You've waited outside for an hour only, not a a week" Dr Jeffrey shook his head as if he couldn't believe me. I couldn't believe it myself!

"Forgotten? I've never been told!" I exclaimed. The old man gave an apologetic smile. "I believe your supervisor and consultant-"

"-Matron"

Dr Jeffrey rolled his eyes as he continued, "-has played a small trick on you. She was meant to inform you yesterday" he explained. It dawned on me why she threw a nasty look before she left. She had the last laugh and she knew it. Kookaburra I was going to kill her! My rage doused as I spotted the syringe once again, held expertly by the doctor. Surely an injection that size must have been imported illegally to this hospital, specifically to scare the living daylights out of me.  I clenched my fists as I lay down on the chair. I couldn't back out, this was the whole reason why I was here in the first place.