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A stray wheelchair provided all the luck that Ron needed. To complete the ruse, and for vengeance, he swayed Corbyn to steal it and push him around in it- and just in time too, as they were one more left turn away from facing Mrs. Ruck's wrath. Indeed, the whole group was able to take cover behind the shining steel of the wheelchair's protective frame.
"What is this? Where have you been? You have the nerve to come back here, after making me wait for forty minutes- and with a wheelchair? Is this your idea of a joke?"
There was silence for a moment, until Corbyn boldly walked around the chair and up to the lethal surgeon. "Ma'am, we tried the elevator, but it was taking too long. We immediately went for the stairs, but one of us," he swept his open hand around towards Ron, "slipped halfway up and fell. He busted his leg and hit the ground hard. We all pitched in to give him medical attention." He stepped back a little, proud of his alleged bravery. He turned his face to look at Ron and smiled.
Cathy sank her face into her palms and massaged her forehead a bit. Between her fingers she saw the tan pants surrounding Ron's leg and pictured the damage the stairs might have caused. She felt a slight bit of guilt about jumping to conclusions, and, deep down, wanted to apologize and praise them for their quick thinking. However, she refused to show any kind of submission to her subordinates. She removed her hands and placed them at her sides, allowing her fists to rest on her waist. "Well, why didn't you send someone for help?"
"Well, we had to find him a wheelchair to sit in first, and we got lost trying to find our way back here," said Valencia, who stood on Ron's left, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder.
Cathy looked at the group that smiled before her. She threw her hands in the air and walked off to her left. "Ugh! Forget it; we've lost enough time already. Follow me. We need to get you guys your scrubs." Her white coat flapped behind her, and the students followed her. The four-and-a-half fugitives snickered quietly to each other, delighted for having avoided obliteration.
They walked swiftly down the hall, passing by empty stretchers and rushing nurses with clipboards, whose only missions seemed to be endlessly running down the halls past them with no real destination. Each wore an identical outfit- a teal, loosely fitting cotton V-neck under a white waist-length coat, and similar teal drawstring pants that appeared to be designed more for comfort than for any other purpose. Outside of a hospital, it would have looked highly comical- even reprehensible- to see such contrasting colors being so boldly worn. But in a hospital, everyone keeps their judgments to themselves.
Eric had his hazel eyes bouncing off of every person he passed. He leaned over to Corbyn and whispered, "Gee, would you get a load of these crazy jumpsuits?"
Corbyn smirked, along with Ron, whom he was still gently pushing. Eric also laughed a bit before returning to his rapid examinations.
Cathy looked behind her to make sure of her headcount and stopped next to a vented door with a sign that read "LOCKERS." She leaned over to unlock it with a one of the keys on her lanyard and the door opened to a dark room. With half of her body inside, she reached her hand around the doorway to flip an unseen light switch. A wave from her hand motioned for her students to enter.
The room was small and cluttered, and a row of three hanging lights revealed lone walls of old pale green lockers facing each other separated by a line of old backless wooden benches that sprouted from the old dusty tile floor, which was bare except for a single rusting drainage cap in the center. From some corner came an undeterminable foul odor. It was a wonder how a room like this could be found in a modern hospital.
The students lingered in the center of the room while Cathy swiftly passed around them to the opposite end of the room. A pair of doors, which were not seen before, was separated by a half-width door, which Cathy opened. The inside of the narrow closet looked infinitely more attractive than the dank ominous locker room, and the students gathered around it. A smell of industry plastic and chemicals arose from the myriad containers and cabinets. Cathy opened a certain cabinet that was almost beyond reach above her and removed a stack of shrink-wrapped bundles of teal-colored fabrics. She handed the stack to Crystal and instructed her to make sure everyone gets one, and pulled out another identical stack from the same cabinet and began doing the same.
"Okay, everyone, just rip open the packaging and don't let it hit the floor. These are your scrubs." She took one of the quieter students from the crowd by the shoulder and pulled him in front of her. She took his unopened package and ripped it open without letting it hit the floor and unfolded the green contents inside. "You have a shirt and pants. Put them on over your clothes." She threw the shirt at the student and allowed him to put it on. The V-neck went down so far as to allow his red shirt to be seen underneath, and the sleeves drooped a couple inches. Cathy made circling motions with her hand in front of the student's chest. "The fabric is very flat and smooth, so that germs and bacteria have nothing to cling to. Your pants," she paused as she took the pants out of the packaging, and let the packaging hit the floor, "have drawstrings in the front." She gripped the drawstring on her example pants and handed them over to her reluctant volunteer. "Press the button and pull the string to tighten." Soon the student was fully dressed in full teal with wide, nervous eyes. Cathy patted him on the back and sent him back to his colleagues. Cathy pulled a bunch of hairnets out of the closet and handed them out. Soon everyone was dressed in the same demeaning outfit, and it was nearly impossible to determine one student from another. "Good. Now follow me." She led them out of the gloom and back into the bright, appealing hallway.
Cathy stepped out of the dark room, locked the door, and led them quickly down the hallway. "You're all college students, so I'll assume you all know the necessities of working in a hospital. You know a band-aid from a full-body cast and you know the RICE routine, right?" She started lecturing while walking backwards, not wasting a minute. "Piroack!" She turned back around as she turned a corner.
Corbyn looked up. "Ma'am?"
"What is RICE?"
"It's the acronym for the proper treatment of an injury," he replied quickly.
"Good. Tuman, what does it stand for?"
Valencia thought a moment. "Rest, Ice, Compression, and Elevation."
"Good. Caverte, you fell down the stairs. What would you use to check out your leg to see if it broke?"
Ron recalled the alibi and felt the bruise on his leg. "An X-ray scanner-"
"Or, for a more serious fall, Listia?"
"A CT-scanner, ma'am," Eric nervously answered.
"Good." She continued down the hall, passing by numerous rooms and shining windows through which could be seen eager, smiling children with their nervous-looking parents, or nervous-looking children with their eager, smiling parents. Every so often a man in white was standing in front of the nervous child, or a green-suited nurse talking to the oblivious parents. They appeared to be in the pediatric part of the hospital- a notably small sector, for as soon as they had entered it they had left it behind in favor of a door much further down another corner. They were now on the side of the hospital opposite from where they had begun. Another right turn would make the tour a full circle.
The door in front of them now had all the basic looks of any ordinary hospital room; a small window allowing sunlight in, a larger pane of glass separating the room from swift river of teal-green, walls hidden by numerous cabinets and countertop space, and a white comfortable-looking bed that jutted out from the wall.
As soon as everyone was in, Cathy started to lecture again. She was pointing out, quickly, every possible detail about the room, what was in the cabinets, what to do, and what not to do in any given emergency. She spoke of following orders and simply doing what was expected of them, which appeared to be no problem for her, as she was giving them many orders. "Do not question him if he gives you something crazy, just do it. I don't want to hear any complaints, got it?" It was clear that she was not going to be the person in charge for the whole week.
Just then, her watch alarm went off. She held up her wrist and saw it read "12:30." She cursed at it and looked back at her students, who were also checking the time.
"All right, looks like it's lunch already. Go up to Floor Nine- that's the top floor. That's your lunchroom today- it's got a nice view. Show the guy at the counter your Student ID's and he'll give you your food. Note this room: 1-055. Meet me back here at one-thirty or I'm coming after you like the IRS, capice? Go, get outta here." She waved them off, and they were out in a flash. She walked out and locked the door behind her and went down to the lobby. She was more than able to eat in the cafeteria, but she couldn't stand to be seen eating with her subordinates. She got into her car, pulled out her cell-phone and started ordering a meal from Subway.
Of course when she mentioned "Floor Nine," all of the rogues had faces of surprise anxiety or fear. Each of them looked briefly at each other before running out of the small room. They rushed down towards the front and shoved the few other students in the corner elevator. The other five sped across the hall to the other elevator.
It was their second trip to the questionable floor, and their stomachs tingled with mixed feelings and hunger- especially that of Ron, which hadn't been sufficiently filled since the night before, except for a glass of water and half of a bagel that morning. After showing their ID's, each was given a crude Styrofoam box containing small portions of food including a half-cooked slice of pizza, a bag of chips, a fruit, and an empty cup to be filled at one of the soda fountains.
They were on the opposite side of the hospital from where they had originally come from, and soon discovered that their secret veranda was actually the main cafeteria. When they finally had their food in hand, they made their way over to the deck to find that, as opposed to earlier, there were many people sitting in the many groups of chairs, chatting away about their patients and what kind of embarrassing diseases they had, with the others listening intently while munching on noodles or salads, guffawing delightfully every few minutes. Luckily, their original seats had not been touched and were still crowded around the windows as they had left them, and so they took them back happily, sitting in the same arrangement as before.
They spent their time talking about whatever came to mind. Eventually, as the other doctors left their seats, the topic of the strange incident earlier returned and engulfed them in clandestine conversation. Ron was held almost sacred in the group; the bearer of such a strange creature that fed them stranger doses of delight and curiosity while they ate. He actually felt a bit embarrassed, and felt endangered whenever they stared at his hip at that hidden bulge in his coat pocket. "Guys," he would say, "would you stop that?" And when they refused, "You're going to get me in trouble." Usually after that they reluctantly tore their gaze away, if only for a minute or two, before dropping their sights back on the bulge like a magnet, further upsetting him.
Valencia nervously sipped her drink. After a while she got up and walked over to sit between Ron and Corbyn. "Hey, Ron, are you doing anything this afternoon?"
Ron pondered on this. Valencia was not one to simply ask people about their plans without having some other goal- an ulterior motive for doing so. He figured out what she wanted and laughed a bit before answering. "I was going to hang with Corbyn." A nod from Corbyn confirmed this. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, I was wondering- that is, if you're not too busy- if you wanted to go down to the lake with me this afternoon. I hear that the sunsets are a must-see." She tried to hide her feelings, but Ron could sense that her declaration of wishing to spend time with him was more or less true, but agreed anyway. "OK, meet me at the lake park later. And make sure you bring you-know-who!" With that she smiled and got back up to throw away her empty bag. She was the first one finished.
Corbyn looked over mockingly. "What was that about? You think she has a thing for you?"
Ron smirked and gently punished Corbyn's shoulder for the remark. "Besides, I'm pretty sure she knows about Julia and me. She's not the jealous type, but did she have to ask that I bring this little guy?"
Corbyn shrugged. "I don't know. She really likes you, though."
"Heh, don't I know. You think I should I go?"
"Sure, why not? What could happen?"
"Right," he muttered. "Should we go now? It's five minutes until we need to be back."
Everyone looked at the time to find that he was right. Immediately they bolted for the trash receptacles and headed back down to Floor One in a flash of pale green.