<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i.imgur.com/ZrmKk5n.png">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><span style="color: #BFBFBF"><span style="font-family: Jambetica;"><span style="font-size: 115%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: justify;">12:43 PM<br/>Alchemilla General Hospital <br/>Silent Hill<br/><br/><table width="100%"><tr><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-right:10px;">There was no escape from death, a destination everyone shares. There was only the simple wishing that someone so young in life would still live long enough to see themselves grey and wrinkled, to have actually lived a grand purpose, to have had a meaning in their lives. But of course, wishing remains just that, wishing, yet some people are so afraid to die that they never truly live. Nobody knows when their time will come. Nobody knows if they will live long enough to eat their next meal. Death is omnipresent, always lurking around corners. Just, waiting. Tyrant cruel, waiting...<br/><br/>Logan's eyes fluttered open after falling asleep for an hour in his seat. He scanned the waiting room. A few days ago he had taken some time off from work and decided to go on a camping trip along the Toluca Lake. Couple of days ago, Logan suddenly felt nauseous when he returned to his camping site after hiking uphill to catch the sunrise and take some pictures. Not too long after drinking some water, he decided to take a walk in the woods. It was during the afternoon of that same day that he fell unconscious while crossing the road to reach the other side. He got hit by a car during the process but it was nothing life-threatening. The driver immediately carried him to the hospital where he was treated for his injured arm and was given blood tests, scans and some medication. <br/><br/>People like him lacked the belief in supreme beings that others called Gods. People like him struggled with questions forever left unanswered in their atheist lives. But strangely enough he found himself thankful for once because deep down, he still believed that there was some higher power out there that has been watching over him for years and that maybe that same power saved his life two days ago. Although very injured, here he was able to see, able to speak; able to hear and able to walk. He was breathing. He was living. Yes, he was alive.<br/><br/>But was death truly the end of life? So there in the emergency department he waited. The hospital, named after Lady's Mantle, was the oldest in town and one of two medical centers in Silent Hill, along with Brookhaven Hospital for the mentally ill.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">“Mister Sinclair?”</span><br/><br/>Logan shook his head and lifted his eyes off the 1st floor map of the medical centre, taking a sharp breath. He was still feeling very dizzy and nauseous. “Yes, ma'am.” He responded and rose from his seat, holding his injured arm with the other. He moved slowly towards the reception desk and glanced at the name on the nurse's tag.<br/><br/>“Good afternoon, welcome back to Alchemilla Emergency Center. We're sorry for the wait, Mister Sinclair. We have your results but we regret to inform you that we will not be able to discuss them with<span style="font-style: italic"> you,</span> just yet.” The nurse announced, firmly. “I don't understand." He said somewhat belatedly. He licked his lips and closed his eyes shut for a moment. "You people told me to wait in this damned lobby room for like what, two days, assuring me that I'll be able to speak to the doctor before travelling back home.” Logan shook his head, irritated, eyes piercing into those of the nurse. He steadied himself on both hands, now pressed hard against the surface of the wooden desk.</td><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-left:10px;">“We know that we've instructed you to wait for your blood test results and scans in case you wished to discuss them with the doctor while you're visiting Silent Hill, and we did indeed schedule your appointment with the doctor for this afternoon, but unfortunately, we will have to send you home now. Be assured, we will mail the blood test results and scans to your family doctor in Ashfield. Unfortunately, you might have to wait about two weeks or so for your MRI and X-rays interpretations.” The nurse smiled, nodding her head, folding some papers on the desk.<br/><br/>“I understand that the wait is longer for the radiologist’s report even though examinations like these are reported in as little as 24 hours, I'm not that dumb miss, but my blood tests!? Come on now, and why is it so important to you to send them to my family doctor who I haven't seen for years to tell you, and I would rather not. Why can't the physician who I was attended by explain what is going on exactly... you know, while I'm here? If that makes any logical sense to you, instead of making me lose my time for nothing?” The young man raised a questionable brow, feeling worried, angry and stressed. His breathing pattern shifted towards pure displeasure with the service. “Why don't you just<span style="font-style: italic"> fucking</span> hand me the tests?”<br/><br/><br/>“Indeed, your family doctor. Listen, Mister Sinclair,” she sighed impatiently, “I cannot tell you what it is, but I don't think that you should worry. Please understand. We cannot give you the tests. We cannot do that, not to mention that since we truly care about our patients, we don't want them to be overwhelmed by confusing information they don't know how to interpret. We are always trying to improve the quality of services for our patients.” The nurse added, quite harshly for someone who assumes to care about the patients.<br/><br/>“Unbelievable.” Logan tapped a hand on the desk, shifting his standing position ceaselessly.<br/><br/>“The doctor prescribed some medicine for you, for the migraines and nausea as well as the painkillers for your injured arm, that will do for now. Please seat down and fill out this form. Make sure the information is correct.” The nurse opened a yellow folder and fumbled through a few sheets of paper before handing him one, along with a black pen. “When you have finished, return the form to me and you'll be free to go. We shall contact your family doctor this very same afternoon.”<br/><br/>Logan grimaced and rolled his eyes, biting the inside of his mouth incessantly. All he wanted now was to get out of this damned town, go back to get his camping shit that he has left near the lake unattended, and get the hell back home now that his journey away from Ashfield was clearly ruined. When he returned to the waiting room and sat down, frustrated tension and fatigue was robbing his mind of anything but the arrival of one particular new comer.</td></tr></table></div>
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