Are the hospitals hospitable to patients?
So thinking I patiently entered into the lobby to catch glimpses. All that I badly needed was immense patience.
What was I talking about? Ah! Patients, right? They were sitting in large numbers. Hmm….. so many technological ailments, so many departments, so many weird names, so many people in different age groups, so many sad faces. It seemed as if they wanted to jump out of this phase with the help of a magic wand.
All along, my mind was grading the doctors who were just passing me, out of which a gradely old man I caught sight of.
Even without his white coat, I could sense that he was a physic. His aura was charming and his physique gave an illusion that he was only a man of 40.
While I was looking at him with gaping mouth, a young girl of 6 sat beside me bridging the gap.
She was irresistibly beautiful with an angelic face. While I was admiring her beauty from side angle, this little angel smiled at me with her impish eyes. Lo! When she turned to me fully, I could see her swollen eyes. Her mother was trying to keep a small cube of ice on it.
I forcibly took away my eyes from her and fixed on the corridor. There, the doc of distinction was walking towards me. He had a distinct pattern of wavy hair, distracting my attention.
Brushing aside my thoughts, I realized my haphazard hair blocking my view.
I opened my handbag and took my hairbrush to brush it aside. Unfortunately, my hair refused to budge.
By that time, he came near me and asked, “Are you the daughter of so and so….?”
Astonished, I said, “Yes, doc.”
“Well, come with me then.”
I listened to him attentively. With a nod, I came out.
My friend who was standing at the doorstep asked me in excitement, “What happened to my father? Is he alright? What do the reports say? Is the doctor optimistic about his health.” She was screaming at the top of her voice.
How could I disclose the painful derivations derived by the doc based on the reports to my friend?
“Nothing to worry, dear! He’ll be alright soon…” With a pat on her back I buried my excitement underneath mainly for the reason…...
Under what assumption had the doc identified me as my friend’s father’s daughter among the sea of patients? It is an unsolved mystery still….
Hospitality........... yes it was good. Is the hospital good for my friend's father's treatment.
Yes, you guessed it right. My next step is to find that out. Of course, I am obliged to do anything for my friend. Do you have any course of treatment or hospital to suggest by the way?
[The above is the dream play of a lonely mind using repetitive words. This write-up has no inner meaning or message.] :)
