26. When I Broke My Ankle. . .
A/n: This is from reddit (not my own)
Last year, I broke my ankle, it was stupid, I fell over the cat and landed awkwardly.The last thing I wanted was to spend the night in the emergency room, it was late at night, I was tired and hungry and I wanted only to eat then rest.But my ankle was swollen and the pain was increasing.I persuaded my neighbour to drive me to the hospital.
I had been there before and just as I had feared, the waiting area was full of injured patients, screaming children and old people looking ill.
As I looked around, I became concerned.Some of these people needed immediate help. I noticed with disgust, a man with a severed arm, bleeding out all over the floor, and another man clutching his chest and breathing raggedly.A small child with a huge cut through the neck collapsed at my feet.
I got up and shouted for a doctor.A nurse came through to the room at that moment and calmly told me that the doctor would see me now.”No”, I said, “these patients need to be seen first, I am sure they are dying”. As she said this, a woman with a blue skin pallor fell from her chair. The nurse took my arm and told me it would be best to forget what I had seen there. “You get used to this on 31st October”, she said, “I no longer look at them, they are the ghosts of all the patients who died in the hospital in the last year.You are the only live patient here tonight”. The clock struck midnight.I followed the nurse from the now eerily empty room.