I breathed a sigh of relief. Track athletes they weren’t. I began to wonder what orderlies did in their spare time, but decided that donuts must figure in somewhere.
“What’ve we got here?” asked one of them.
“He slipped and fell in to his mirror,” Jerry explained. “He just needs a few stitches.”
“Just a few stitches, dude, it looks like you’re going to need plastic surgery to take care of that,” the other one responded.
“I heal quickly,” I said, and offered up a goofy smile. I seriously hoped I wouldn’t have to injure either of these guys. They seemed nice enough.
“We got him, you can take off,” said the first one. Jerry smiled at me and walked away.
“This way, bud,” the first one said. He was a little shorter than the other one. He fit the description of the typical orderly: in his early thirties, white, bald and portly. The other one was larger than him, black, but also a little on the pudgy side. I figured it wouldn’t be much work to get away from these two. I tried to figure out how to get away without hurting them too badly. As my mind feverishly worked toward a solution, the orderlies grabbed me by both arms and we began the short walk to the hospital. It was basically just a walk across a really large parking lot, but for some reason I felt that they were taking extra precautions with me. As we were about a third of the way across the parking lot, I noticed a building that I hadn’t seen when I came in.
“What do they do there?” I asked.
“That’s the kiddie wing,” answered the white one. “Its where all the teenage angst victims hole up. They have a few younger kids in there, too.”
I nodded in response and then put my plan in to action. It was a simple plan, and I prayed for the strength I needed to execute it. I brought my arms over my shoulders and around their backs in one quick motion. It left them turned towards me on either side. Then I delivered a sharp strike to each of their Adam’s apples. As they choked on themselves, I took off running across the parking lot. As I ran I looked to either side of me to make sure no one had seen anything. I was just passing the children’s wing when I noticed a light was on in one of the rooms. I ran past and glimpsed at the light a couple times, not sure why I was doing it.
As I got to the edge of the parking lot and was deciding which way to run, I took one look back at the lighted room and shouted loudly when I saw a child’s figure in the window.
“CHRISTIAN!!!”
“What’ve we got here?” asked one of them.
“He slipped and fell in to his mirror,” Jerry explained. “He just needs a few stitches.”
“Just a few stitches, dude, it looks like you’re going to need plastic surgery to take care of that,” the other one responded.
“I heal quickly,” I said, and offered up a goofy smile. I seriously hoped I wouldn’t have to injure either of these guys. They seemed nice enough.
“We got him, you can take off,” said the first one. Jerry smiled at me and walked away.
“This way, bud,” the first one said. He was a little shorter than the other one. He fit the description of the typical orderly: in his early thirties, white, bald and portly. The other one was larger than him, black, but also a little on the pudgy side. I figured it wouldn’t be much work to get away from these two. I tried to figure out how to get away without hurting them too badly. As my mind feverishly worked toward a solution, the orderlies grabbed me by both arms and we began the short walk to the hospital. It was basically just a walk across a really large parking lot, but for some reason I felt that they were taking extra precautions with me. As we were about a third of the way across the parking lot, I noticed a building that I hadn’t seen when I came in.
“What do they do there?” I asked.
“That’s the kiddie wing,” answered the white one. “Its where all the teenage angst victims hole up. They have a few younger kids in there, too.”
I nodded in response and then put my plan in to action. It was a simple plan, and I prayed for the strength I needed to execute it. I brought my arms over my shoulders and around their backs in one quick motion. It left them turned towards me on either side. Then I delivered a sharp strike to each of their Adam’s apples. As they choked on themselves, I took off running across the parking lot. As I ran I looked to either side of me to make sure no one had seen anything. I was just passing the children’s wing when I noticed a light was on in one of the rooms. I ran past and glimpsed at the light a couple times, not sure why I was doing it.
As I got to the edge of the parking lot and was deciding which way to run, I took one look back at the lighted room and shouted loudly when I saw a child’s figure in the window.
“CHRISTIAN!!!”