Chapter 3
I didn't know how to swear until I started driving.
I am going to have two children, one son and one daughter. The son will be born first, and then two to three years later I will have my daughter. I'm going to name my son Magnus and my daughter Marceline, and the boy's nickname will be Butters and the girl's nickname will be Twinkie. Yep, that's going to be my life in 15 years.
"Doctor Vasik, mister McCormick is in for is post-op examine. He's in room 213," my intern Nettie wakes me from my daydream. I snatch the clipboard from him and read it over. That's right, I've been here for about a month and I already have interns. They are probably the stupidest people I know, at least mine are, anyway. I'm their second resident they've had this year, and it's obvious why. They don't know what they're doing, they're stupid, and they're immature. I'm not saying all interns are like this, but I wouldn't really know. I was never an intern, so I don't really feel any sympathy.
Mister McCormick was one of my dad's patients, but my dad is too lazy or busy to see most of his post-op so I have to take him. He came in this morning with a shattered radius, never telling my dad or me why. I get to his room, and take down his vitals, checking his arm. It's not overly swollen, and the stitches aren't infected so I leave. It's five o'clock, and that was my last patient so I'm good to go get some food. The air quality's been kind of bad and he doesn't want my asthma to act up so he's been driving me to work. I lock up my small closet of an office and start out of the hospital. I stop when I hear shouting from outside the building.
"Hey Thea, what's going on?" I ask the nurse at the front desk. Thea's a very thin, darker skinned woman with almost metallic violet hair. Her daughter is friends with Aemelia. She leans over the desk and squints to see what's going on through the glass walls. She sits down at her desk and frowns.
"Look's like a strike's going on," she says, organizing papers on her desk. I groan and lean back on the wall. "You might be here for a while. Cracker?" she holds a box of crackers in front of my face. I push the box a way and slide to the floor. I just want to go home. This is why, for the only time in my life, I am relieved when Apollo calls me.
"Are you coming to rehearsals or should I tell Adriana that you're stuck in the office. She won't be pissed if you miss it, you know most of the routine already," he says, obviously driving.
"There's a strike going on outside of the hospital. I can't leave," I say quietly.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah."
"Well that sucks. How long do you think you're gonna be there?"
"I dunno," I put the phone down and turn to Thea, "How long do you think the strike is going to last?"
"Who knows, honey," she says.
"Dammit," I mutter, "You still there?"
"Yeah," he says. The lack of static and the growing voices from the other line states that he's out of the car and walking into the studio.
"Well I'm pretty much stuck in here for the rest of the strike. I'm not sure when it's going to end."
"Okay. I'll tell Adriana. Have fun at the hospital."
"You're real helpful. See ya," we both hang up and I keep sitting on the floor. Bored. I guess I could look around. Not much to explore, though. I've seen just about every room now, but I could always look around in the gift shop or get something to eat in the cafeteria. And on the bright side, my dad's office isn't closed so I could always go on his computer and wait for him to drive me home. Gift shop. I get stuff for free there, anyway.
It's a pretty small place next to the cafeteria. A little short woman named Wilone and her daughter Alisz have run it for as long as I can remember. I wander into the store and realize that Isareal was right. It seems like there are a lot of Hunger Games items in the store. Replicas of my tribute's pin, jewelry, balloons, even rubber ducks. Holy crap. I pick up one of the pins. Nice quality. I fish around in my pocket for some money and buy the item. I'm not really sure what the bird on it is, but it doesn't matter. It's cool. I stuff the pin in my pocket and go back to Thea's desk. It hasn't been more than maybe six minutes, so even without looking I know the strike is still going on. Thea lets me sit on the floor behind the desk like she used to when I was little and used to play doctor or bomb squad or whatever I wanted to be.
A few hours pass before the Peacekeepers come and stop the strike. I'm not really sure what it was about, nor do I care. It's almost nine o'clock and I want to go home. Luckily, I have the day off tomorrow while the interns try to go it alone. Yay. Apollo should be back at my house, probably lying on the couch complaining to Aemelia about how sore he is. Home sweet home.
Sorry for the delay guys :/ these new site updates are killing me.
More posts coming your way,
Johanna MacUallis.