Hospital Blues | Georgia Willis

It’s not just doctors who can help you at the hospital.


Hospital Blues

Georgia Willis

The Deus Ex Lover Award


 

Rain dribbled down my face. I was soaked. I checked my phone again. Still no reply. I tried calling him. Again. Maybe he would pick up? It rang out. I wanted to scream, but I was sitting outside a hospital, waiting to go home. I didn’t want to alarm anyone. I suppressed my rage and glared at the shiny screen. A new message appeared. So, he chose not to answer my call.

‘I sent a Taxi to get you.’ Was all it read.

‘I’ve been waiting for an hour. The Taxi isn’t here! Answer my call!’ I replied and hit redial. Again, no answer.

Thunder rumbled in the distance. There was more than one storm brewing tonight. My phone buzzed.

‘My phone won’t let me answer your calls. The taxi company said my card declined, you’ll have to pay.’

‘Why can’t you come and get me, like you said?’ I replied smashing every button as I typed.

‘Babe, I can’t! I just bought this new game, if I don’t keep playing I’ll fall behind!’ he replied. I ground my teeth. So that’s where my taxi money went.

A taxi pulled up in front of me and wound down the window.

“Are you Sally?” he asked, I nodded and picked up my crutches, he was finally here, ending my misery. He held out his hand. Or maybe not.

“I’m sorry, you’re too wet. I can’t take you.” He rolled up the window and drove off. I hit redial.

“WHAT?!” he yelled, the game in the background.

“Your phone is working now?” I snapped, he grunted.

“The taxi won’t take me. COME GET ME NOW!” I yelled.

“I’ll be there when I finish this!” he replied and hung up.

I hobbled back into the hospital and walked up to the reception desk.

“How can I help?” she asked.

“I need to get home, and I’m too wet for a taxi. My boyfriend ditched me for a computer game.” I replied, tears leaking down my face. She nodded and handed me a tissue. She called a nurse who appeared promptly.

“Mary, can you get this poor girl warm and dry,” she began and turned to me.

“I’ll call another cab.” I nodded and followed Mary.

The second time I left, the receptionist walked me to the cab, it was the same one. He went pale.

“Can you take me now?” I snapped, he nodded sheepishly. The receptionist helped me into the back and handed me a card.

“My brother owns a removal company, and he can change locks…” she said and smiled gently.

“Thank you.” I said and pocketed the card. I wouldn’t be the only one stuck in the rain this week.

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