General Hospital

I hate hospitals,

Full of sick people,

It smells of disinfectant,

It makes me feel ill.

“Please wash your hands,”

Says the sign near the door,

Make sure you don’t slip

                             on the floor.

     ————

I hate hospitals,

Full of sick people,

Oh my god! There’s more!,

They’re going to invade!

Scary place,

Where people die.

     ————

I hate hospitals,

They’re full of sick people,

The door slides open,

The door slides shut.

The receptionist smiles,

As I book in,

“Down the corridor, to your left,”

I wait and take a seat.

       ————

The nurse greets me,

“The doctor will see you,

What’s your name?

Date of birth?”

Wait for my name to be called…

     ————

Look at the walls,

Posters. “Switch off mobile phones.”

A flick through a magazine.

“Deborah Wood-Holland!,” said really fast,

“Who, me?,” I think…

“Miss Wood-Holland!”

“Yes, it’s me!”

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By Deborah Wood-Holland.

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