//------------------------------// // Hospitals and other things // Story: A Cure for Writers Block // by The Drifting Bard //------------------------------// pain is pleasure Lying in the hospital bed, I began to wonder. What if it wasn't just a random occurrence that the stone had hit me. What if it meant to hit me, like it was, I don't know, destiny maybe? I'm rambling I know. I hate hospitals, I could never get used to the white walls, and the smell of disinfectant perforating my nostrils. Falling asleep, I thought about her, the Doctor from before. Dreaming a dream which was kind of nice, ya know... The one where it's just you on a beach, enjoying life? Hmmm you've never had that one? What about the one where you basically alone with your thoughts… that's the one I've had the most. Suddenly though, it all spiralled out of control, kind of like a bad comedy. I was falling to my death, for what seemed like hours. I awoke in a cold sweat, It was like my subconscious was telling me if I pursue this doctor, I could get hurt, or worse. The rain started to get heavier. The lights outside the building were still shining as bright as ever. So I positioned my self near the window and simple watched. There's nothing quite more calming than rainfall. That is unless you're lucky enough to have some smooth jazz soul playing in the background to an otherwise dreary day. "You're still awake?" I heard her voice. "Glad I'm not the only one" I replied quietly, staring into space. She was standing right behind me, when a clap of thunder was heard. She squeaked. I looked at her; she looked a little bit embarrassed. "Come here, doll-face" I said to her, attempting to sound suave... and failing miserably. "Ya know, I never got your name?" I chirped, she gave me a glance. "My name?" "Yeah your name, or should I just read it off your I.D card" She laughed a bit more. Who knew I was so witty. I went back to staring out of the window. The rain was letting up a bit. Suddenly I heard a sigh. Her name was Redheart.