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satanic goatslayer
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About five or so years ago, I was walking down the dimly lit hall of a second-rate hospital when I heard a man sobbing.
I found the man leaning against a wall. He was an amputee suffering from a crippling bone disease. Apparently the nursing staff had forgotten him, and now he was all alone, leaning against the wall.
He told me that his wife had passed away, and that since she was his primary caregiver, that he now had to come in bi-monthly for examinations and the like. He didn't have the money to pay for in-calls, or even a decent hospital bed, so there he was, leaning against the wall.
He looked up at me, his eyes laced with tears. Each tear held the memories of happiness, now fading to sorrow. He asked me if I could help him to a hospital bed. I agreed.
I reached down and picked the man up, positioning him in my arms just right. I began the walk down the hall towards room B3.
Then I realized the liquor store was closing soon.
I crow-hopped, then punted the man into the cement wall. He groaned a might bit, so I broke off a chair leg and nailed a rusty spike through his forehead.
I think that in hospitals, as well as in life, priorities are everything, and if it means nailing an ill amputee to a cement wall through his skull with a nail, then that's what a wo/man must do.
I found the man leaning against a wall. He was an amputee suffering from a crippling bone disease. Apparently the nursing staff had forgotten him, and now he was all alone, leaning against the wall.
He told me that his wife had passed away, and that since she was his primary caregiver, that he now had to come in bi-monthly for examinations and the like. He didn't have the money to pay for in-calls, or even a decent hospital bed, so there he was, leaning against the wall.
He looked up at me, his eyes laced with tears. Each tear held the memories of happiness, now fading to sorrow. He asked me if I could help him to a hospital bed. I agreed.
I reached down and picked the man up, positioning him in my arms just right. I began the walk down the hall towards room B3.
Then I realized the liquor store was closing soon.
I crow-hopped, then punted the man into the cement wall. He groaned a might bit, so I broke off a chair leg and nailed a rusty spike through his forehead.
I think that in hospitals, as well as in life, priorities are everything, and if it means nailing an ill amputee to a cement wall through his skull with a nail, then that's what a wo/man must do.
