A/N: Hope your all enjoying my stories folks!
Wristbands
Dr. Smith was walked out the hospital room and down the corridor. Coming out a dead person's hospital room always gave him the chills. Especially if it was somebody as young as the boy who'd just died.
He was about 16, with a small build. His name was Johnny, and he'd suffered fatal injuries in a fire at a church.
Dr. Smith had been given the job to attach a red wristband onto Johnny's wrist. They had a system in the hospital. Different colours of wristband's meant different things, but red meant the person was dead.
He got into the lift at the end of the corridor. The doors were about to close over, when somebody pushed them back open. A man, somewhere between 18-20, joined Dr. Smith in the lift.
The lift went up a floor, and the doors opened again. A boy was about to enter, when Dr. Smith slammed the button and the doors shut quickly.
"Why'd you do that?" The man asked.
"Did you not see the wristband?" Dr. Smith gasped, "He was the boy who just died one floor down, he was wearing a red wristband, which means he is dead,"
The man smiled and showed him his wrist, "A bit like this one?"
A/N: Yup. That's right. Only one story. MUHAHAHA! Scary D: BTW, the other man in the lift was Dally.
