Journal 74: Sick

       I had played in the hospital before because my dad is a doctor in the emergency room. When I was young, I felt like it is a very fun place to be in because it is a totally different world to me. Everything is so serious and it is such a busy place to be in. Even having the nurses telling me not to go in somewhere is fun. As I grown up, I start to not like the place as much because of the smell, and the whole feeling of sick people around you.

   I was delivering dinner to my beloved father. I stopped and take a big breath before going into the glass door. I don’t like that smell, mixture of countless chemicals and breaths of many sicknesses. I walk as fast as I can into the white world. The sound, how can I forget about the sound! I start to sing to myself. The men beside me had his hand held high, I over heard that his hand had been smash by a machine. A nurse closed up the curtains in front of me, but I still saw it before the bluish-green block my view. It’s blood! The poor patient’s arms and legs are full of pus and blood. I drop the dinner box on my dad’s table and rush right out before he say hi to me. I swear again, as always, not to go back again.