Chapter 25 :
Have you ever been in a situation that made you think you were better off dead than living? Well, that's what Axel was thinking right now.
He woke up to the feeling of needles piercing his skin and an elephant sitting on his lungs. And then there was this crazy lady on the other side of the room, squeezing her boobs and giving him the wink face to make matters even worse.
Well, don't get him wrong. Her boobs looked perfect. But he never really understood why women would prefer to enhance their boobs or butt or maybe both, when they had their children sitting at home hungry or had a face that's in dire need of fixing.
An example of this was the lady on the other side of the room.
"Mr. Monseiratti, you up?" the doctor asked as she checked her clipboard.
Axel was overloading from his feelings that he had bottled up. Closing his eyes, he tried to envision a place that made him feel calm and at home. You'd think that would at least ease his frustration a bit, but it only made matters worse.
He had somehow shifted his hand while he was following the stupid advice that his therapist had suggested when he had reached a rocky point in his life.
Asking in a monotone voice, Axel asked he was sure that everyone was thinking. Well, not everyone, just him.
"Hey Doc, when am I able to leave this place?"
"Well 'this place' is a hospital, and I think you'll get discharged next week," she informed while running her hand through her blond silky hair before continuing, "I must verify with my boss first."
Meanwhile, flirting with the receptionist was the stranger. He was trying to seduce her into giving him Axel's room number. The Boss punished him for not telling him about the incident with the emergency squad, by putting him on guard duty.
'Jesus Christ, what's wrong with this girl?' thought the stranger while wearing a fake smile. The receptionist's hands felt like slime on his skin and her voice like a danger to his ears.
The Stranger was not a huge fan of the hospital, and he went by this thought everywhere he went,' the only ones who'd like the hospital would be the persons working in it.'
He saw someone dressed like a doctor rushing from Axel's room. She looked like she was afraid of something. The stranger wanted to laugh at the thought of Axel scaring her, 'He'll probably scare himself first' he thought while shaking his head.
'I'm probably going to need something to fit in with these people', he thought while comparing his choice of clothing to the doctors'.
Approximately one minute later, the stranger walked out of the storage room with a proud smile on his face while fixing his coat, one that he borrowed from his new-made friend Bill.... or was it, Jim?
But it would be nice if his new friend could be quiet for at least a minute or two and not create a ruckus in there while waiting.
"Hey, Alfred... See you at lunch... You look different," these were the greetings he received on his way to his desired destination. The stranger stood by Axel's room door, staring at it for what felt like a decade before going in.
'You can do this… You can do this... You can do this,' he chanted in his mind before reading loudly off the clipboard.
"Patient 165, condition type -AHH! this bad"
The reaction from the stranger known as Doctor Alfred caused both Axel and Ms. Poo to focus their attention on him. Their palms were both sweating at a tremendous rate, It's not like they're dying or anything serious. They were just nervous.
"Umm-?" started Axel.
"Hey sweet cheeks, I'm curious about why your reaction was the way it was...so, why were you acting like that?" asked the other patient in the room.
Doctor Alfred stood there confused for a while 'Sweetcheeks?' he wanted to laugh so badly, but it'll probably be bad for the real Alfred. They gave him names like The stranger, M or Mike, but never during his twenty-four years living was he ever called 'Sweetcheeks.'
'Guess I must add that to my list of unwanted accomplishments then' shrugged the stranger.
"Ms. Poo, was it?" He asked, but that was just his way of stalling. He understood nothing that's written on the paper in front of him. The words written on the paper were something that his English teacher probably forgot to include in her teaching syllabus.
"Hmm...now can you please get to the point?" Ms. Poo was getting frustrated with the doctor ignoring her questions.
"Well… well you see the umm-", "Can you giving me a moment, please?" asked the stranger while rushing out the room.
'You idiot, why can't you just think of this as a mission,' scold his subconscious.
He silently prayed to the heaven above, hoping that his boss didn't send help for him.
'That would be embarrassing' he thought while shuddering at the thought.
Ms. Poo glared at him as he re-entered the room and scoffed while turning her head in the other direction when the stranger offered her a small forceful but polite smile.
"Mr. Monseiratti, I'll advise you to take it easy on that arm," said the stranger while eyeing the cast on his arm, "Your right arm was crushed badly in the accident, and because of that, you have something called Compartment Syndrome."
"What the hell is that?!" exclaimed Axel in shock.
The stranger carelessly pointed a finger to himself while mouthing, 'Me?'
"Obviously!" shouted Axel in frustration.
"Well unfortunately for you, I'm not getting paid enough to tell you that," said the stranger in a stern voice before recommending, "You should check google, they'll give you the information as long as you have Wi-Fi."
Axel's mouth dropped wide open as he stared at the doctor in disbelief.
"D-Doc, aren't you supposed to be nice to your patient?"
"I'm being nice, aren't I?" asked the stranger in a sarcastic tone, "Well if that's all, I'll be taking my break." he continued before leaving the room.
The two patients silently watched as the doctor left the room before Ms.Poo broke the silence by asking," We can file a report, right?"
"I'd like to think that," replied Axel while staring at nothing.