Hospital Monologue

Atkinson had just finished fixing the wobbly table and turned facing me. His face was smeared with grime, sweat and blood. His once friendly mask revealed itself to be the one in the sketch; blank yet full of melancholy. The only thing missing to complete the sketch was the striped jumpsuit.

My mom scheduled for it to be in 2 weeks. the day comes and i am nervous, i don't know why because i know what they do, i just was. They put my IV in and put medicine in my system to make me loopy. They wheel me back to the operating room, lay me on a table and put a mask on me. the anaistgyolygest say “ count down from 10 buddy” i say “10, 9, 8-” i am out cold. about 13 hours past, its 8 o'clock, the thing i remember most is how my throat was drier than the dessert. my nurse asks “how you feel buddy?” i reply “it hurts” she told me she would take care of that, i'm not being facetious when i say this, but she turns me on my side and puts a shot in my butt. i rest for another hour then they wheel me out to the car and take me home. getting upstairs was the hardest part,

All I did when the nurses and doctors weren't in my room was sleep. That's all there is to do. Being in the hospital is honestly the most boring and scariest thing in the world. When the time came to get my cat scan I went through the same process as the previous morning. I felt like a zombie and could barely keep my eyes open. The results came back and I couldn't of been happier. The neurologist told me the bleeding is dissolving and that I could go home Friday morning. My heart was starting to beat normal again.

Fuck what they talkin' 'bout All a nigga hear is my chains clinkin' back and forth right now, nigga Fuck with me Why the fuck you so opinionated? Sayin' how you do it but they ain't did it, baby

Dr. Hastings runs over and sedates Wilbur again. Wilbur falls back asleep. There is a buzzing on Dr. Hastings phone. DR. HASTINGS Ugh!

Short Story/Scene In a little town in California, Littletown ville, is a town known for baseball. They had a little league called the Littletown ville Jaguars. They didn’t have practice today for the little league all stars, but joe’s friends had decided to practice. “Hey billy do you want to play catch?” said Joe.

TRAUMA By C.I. Lopez "Page the trauma surgeon." I said to Susan, “and call the supervisor, to let her know we're probably getting multiple burn victims, please." As the head trauma nurse in charge of the Emergency Room, at St. Joseph’s General Hospital in Tampa, Florida, I was used to nights like this, especially when the rain was blinding at rush hour, and people were rushing to get home from work on a Friday night. For ten years I had worked the trauma unit, and I had seen it all.

I’m sitting at my computer, ignoring pages of economics homework and mugs of cold tea now strewn about my desk, as I search for a direction to go with my life. Such was was my predicament several months ago. It’s undeniable that I’m an artist, hard and true, for a pencil found its way into my hand as a child, and no desire of mine nor of the universe ever tempted it to pry away. Throughout my earliest years and memories, I maneuvered with graphite, paint, and crayon every adventure that I ever dreamt of pursuing. Oh, I was a resilient child, as well, who refused to take part in any art class at school or as an extracurricular for an abundance of years, as I was invariably convinced that I could learn all I wished on my own accord! Consequently,

Today, my kismet, had other plans. A knock on the door resounded, followed by a heaving breath, the twisting of the doorknob, and a bang as the door shut. My eyes widened when instead of a nurse, an unfamiliar face burst into my room and my reality. Two tantalizing grey eyes peered into my own, a wild mix of fury and contention battling to surface. The latter claimed the victory. Opening a green folder, the boy steered his gaze on a stack of papers. He flipped through them until an aqua colored paper stood out to him, and ripped it from the folder. His eyes scanned the paper until he read something that turned his nonchalant expression,

(Juan and Eva are arriving to a night at the opera and sit down to applause. Music starts. Eva and Juan enjoy the music until, suddenly, Eva doubles over in pain and starts gasping for breath. )

You know I've always felt I needed to live vicariously though others because I didn't like my own life until I met you, then I was to screwed up to know you'd sit yourself and everything in front of me a couple of times. Thinking I’d need to live through others to get to you.

I awoke to beams of a dozen spotlights, my vision gradually adjusted to the brilliant white light which illuminated everything around me. The realization that I had fallen asleep during rehearsal caused my eyes to widen in utter shock and confusion.

Hello Juliet, It’s Lisa I need your help. I am currently a hot mess. I need your ways, how do you get the men chasing after you? I heard over there in Verona you got 2 men chasing after you. Don't worry the word isn't around the Romeo and you are up to something, Lady nurse just told me over letter. But anyways what do you do? Currently I am in Kansas and I am a English teacher with two kids and I have to grade about 2000 papers of tests. I think after school is over I want to go vacation over there in Verona to see if I find myself some men. Any suggestions?

I stood at the very rock where she had last lied. Her putrid string of words interfering with my line of sight. I had only met her days back, however, I had felt I had known her for eternity. A constant pressure of darkness looming over my back.

My life was flashing before my eyes, I was realizing what was happening death was coming. Cold and stillness filled the room while the feeling of death started to overtake my body it was a different feeling but it had to come. My limbs felt heavy and I thought real slow everything was slowing down. Just then something odd happened like nothing I ever thought some sound came into the room an annoying buzzing creature.