Molly's Office - Friday February 29, 2008 12:08pm
I take another bite of the cookie that a nurse from pediatrics gave me and hum to myself as a few crumbs fall to the desk. I brush them off with my sleeve and continue signing off on stacks of papers. I've heard wonderful things about my next patient, so I'm looking forward to a knock at the door. Private Brian Dancer had made friends with much of
( Read more... )
Comments 15
They finally discharged me from the hospital after I was there for about two weeks. Keith was the only one who came to visit me, but I guess he had to since he was my doctor. He’s a pretty nice guy and the fact that he was willing to just sit and talk with me the few times that he did made up for the fact that J.D. didn’t visit me at all. He must have had something more important going on in his life. I wonder if he even knew I was there. I would have thought that Elliot would have told him.
Oh well. It doesn’t matter now.
When I reach the office the door is already open and I poke my head in to find a slim blonde woman with crayons out on her desk. She reminds me of Elliot as she sits there munching a cookie and humming a silly, happy sounding tune under her breath.
“Um, excuse me.” I say, clearing my throat, “I’m here for my noon appointment.”
I wonder how long I’ll be able to stick with this before I take off. My record is a week.
Reply
"Hello Brian. You ready for some therapy?" I smile and motion him in the direction of the couch. He has such sad eyes, looks like I may have to write 1 hug on his perscription.
Reply
I’m really in no mood for therapy but that was a condition of my discharge. I had to attend therapy, and I had to do it at the hospital. I guess it’s so they can monitor me.
“Hi,”
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment