THE WHACKY WEB PAGE STORY BOOK
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Those of you who know me will know that I broke my ankle in October and had to
have my leg in plaster for four weeks. Al though now I was exaggerating the
situation at the time I thought that it was a major problem.
I could walk properly, never mind play football! At the hospital I had a fairly long
wait so I wrote a story while I was there. I did have this page with a white background to give you the feel of a hospital but it was getting to depressing so I changed it back.
Waiting
George was bored. He'd been here for about two and half hours and was still
waiting for the doctor.
Everyone had been very helpful. The paramedics who had come in the
ambulance and took him
to hospital. One was a tall thin man with a bushy moustache wearing a bright
green luminous coat. The
other man who was the driver was a short bulky man with little hair which was
grey.
People had gathered around wondering what had happened and were
relieved when they found
out what had happened wasn't very serious.
The porter who had been pushing him around the hospital from place to
place. First to X-ray
then back to the main corridor where he lay in his bed. The porter was a big bulky
man with a small
amount of teeth and a bald head.
The nurse who had attended to him. She was tall and very slim. She had
long blond hair which
was tied in a ponytail and crystal blue eyes. She had taken his blood pressure
and checked his pulse.
Luckily everything was normal.
The hospital was experiencing difficult times. With a lot of patients and
very little doctors and
nurses the patients were being made to wait roughly five hours before their
treatment was finished and
made to go home.
A tall black man had walked into the hospital. George didn't know what
was going on but he
threatened a nurse and pushed her out of the way when she wouldn't move.
Thankfully the nurse was OK
and security pushed the man out of the hospital.
George recalled the incident which had got him into this situation in the
first place. His ankle
was throbbing. A razor sharp pain was running through his ankle every now and
again. He grinded his
teeth to try and stop the pain. It didn't work as the pain continued to persist. He
closed his eyes and
within a couple of minutes the pain was relinquished. For now.
He looked around him at the other patients. A man had come in and
vomited violently all over
the floor. George had closed his eyes to try and block out the noise of the man.
He stomach felt like it
was in knots and he thought he was going to throw up for a minute but managed
to keep it in somehow.
A man in a neck brace was talking to a couple of people, he couldn't look at them
because all he could
look at was the ceiling.
"Can I just move you into a room?" George looked up. He looked up at the
woman who had interrupted
his thoughts. It was another nurse. She had short black hair which was combed
to one side and dark
brown eyes. George nodded his head slowly and the nurse carefully pushed his
bed into a private room
which had a blue curtain draped around it.
He hated the hospital. Not because it reminded him of death or agony. It
was just the colour
everywhere he looked all he could see was white. The walls were white, the
ceiling was white, the floor
was white. Even most of the nurses were wearing white. It was such a boring
colour and there was the
smell. The awful antiseptic smell which plagued his nose. He was getting sick of
that smell and wished
he could somehow block it out.
He didn't know how they did it. The nurses, the porters, the doctors. He
looked around once
more and saw people vomiting, coughing and heaving. There were people
moaning and groaning in pain
and distress. This was not a career George wanted to pursue. He wouldn't be
able to take it. He'd only
been here a day and he wanted out. To get out. Leave. Break free. He just
wished they'd attend to his
ankle and then he'd go. Never come back. Hopefully.
He recalled the incident that had brought him here again. He'd kill him. It
was all his fault.
George was faultless. If he hadn't... If he'd been more careful... If....
He glanced around again and realised how lucky he was. It was only his
ankle. It wasn't
anything too serious. He saw a man with a very bloody leg. Another man looked
as though his face had
been crushed. There were bruises all over him.
The paramedic had guessed that his ankle was fractured . His right ankle
had swelled up it was
as if someone had inflated a balloon from the inside of his ankle.
The incident had happened almost four hours ago at 6:30pm. It was all his
fault. When George
got out of here he vowed he would kick his ass.
George had gone in for the cross. He had kicked the ball with his left foot
before the flying foot
had come in and smashed up his right ankle. He'd barely limped home and after
his mum had examined
his leg she'd decided to call the ambulance. It came within twenty minutes and in
another twenty minutes
he had been admitted to hospital.
George was still bored. The sixteen year old boy looked in the mirror. His
thick black hair was
ruffled and he felt very tired. He was also hungry but at 10:30pm the hospital
shop was closed. The
doctor still hadn't arrived.
"I must be patient." muttered George. He laughed at his bad joke. How many
times had he heard that
before?
George closed his eyes and fell asleep, hoping then when he awoke, none
of this had ever
happened.