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My Day
Chapter 1
Today began as every normal day does when Dr. Kelso's wife comes back from fat camp. He complains that the only thing getting thinner was his wallet and how much he wishes that he didn't love her so much. Which is kind of touching to me because every girlfriend I get is forced away because of my job and my need for sex. It's not really a need, but I was once told by an old college buddy that sex was everything to him and his girlfriend. Later that day he did find out that his girlfriend was cheating on him. Those were the times. Oh yeah, today I knew was going to be long because Dr. Kelso's wife wasn't just on break, she was following him around all day.
Everyone tried to ignore her, but it was tough because she was criticizing everyone that walked her way. "Nurse, can you get me some pudding?" she asked me once or twice, and unconfident old me had to get her some each time! I swear she gained ten pounds in an hour, and she was perspiring like crazy! Then I found out I had a ton of work. I'll start with the one on the top.
"Mr. Summers, I always liked Wolverine." I said with the slight snort that I always had with my own jokes.
"Ha ha," Mr. Summers said quite fused at me.
"Sorry" I told him looking down at the clipboard that had barely anything on it. "Well what seems to be the problem?" I asked looking back at him.
"Well I don't know, but several times a day one of my hands goes numb and turns blue." he told me in a worried tone.
"Well if it happens while you're here, just try to contact me." I said turning around, beginning to walk away.
"Uh, Doctor" he said in a scarred tone, quickly catching my attention.
"What?" he said quickly turning around hoping it wasn't that bad. What I saw was his arm completely blue.
There wasn't much we could do, except wait it out. When it was better, I left heading to my next patient. My next patient's name was Mrs. Roberts, a deaf, mute person. These disabilities prevented me from talking to her, so I just began running the normal tests. It would take awhile so I've decided to get some fresh air on the roof top.
It's a nice time being alone when your being piled with work. For some reason I feel that this is going to end terribly wrong. Suddenly two hands pushed me, forcing me to fall off the roof top. That was the last thing I could remember about that day, probably because of the fact that I am either knocked out or dead.