Patient's rooms

Here is where you rest up and heal.

I come in after going through surgery to get a grease nugget removed. I muttered, "Curse you grease nugget." under my breath. Why did Amaril put a grease nugget down my shirt in the first place? Why did she order grease nuggets? Why did she even LIKE grease nuggets?

I grin when I see Stella. "I heard about the surgery, so I brought you something to make you feel better. I hand her a box of chocolates.

I scream, then toss the chocolates away, for fear that the box is filled with grease nuggets.

I roll my eyes. "Stella, it's just chocolate." I say. I hand her the box again. "Anyways, I stopped buying those things. An Atomy named Baylee got a heart attack just smelling them." I admitted.

I ate a chocolate. It was creamy and fluffy, unlike sloppy grease nuggets. I hated grease nuggets...

grease... nuggets...

I crack up and roll on the floor laughing. Tears stream down my face. "YOU ATE A GREASE NUGGET!" I laugh.

I was knocked unconsious. I go back into surgery to get ANOTHER grease nugget-ectomy.

I get wheeled in back from surgery the second time this week. I feel worse than ever, and I flop on a bed. Note to self: NEVER trust food from Amaril.

I leave the hospital, feeling healed. I felt like playing a prank on somebody.

I sigh and leave.

I lay on a bed, a thick bandage over my right arm and a few other patches over some minor burns. Oh well. This was a good hospital.
My injuries would heal fast.

I run in and fall on my face. "Ow."

"What are you doing?" I ask Amaril.

"Hiding. I shoplifted and now the police are after me." I pull out a piece of stolen gum and chew it. "It's just gum from the Really Huge and really Expensive Candy Shop."

I slap my hand to my head. "Ow," I say.

"I think the only reason they want me is because the repairs for the clothing shop I destroyed it going to be pretty expensive," I said thoughtfully. I pulled my hood over my head. "I'm going to disguise myself. They'll never find me." I laugh like a maniac.

"HEY! Officers!" I shout.

"SHUT UP!!!" I consider tackling her, but I don't want her to die. At least, not yet. Anyways, I'm in enough trouble with the law.

"Chill, Ril," I say, thinking I'd made a catchy rhyme, "There aren't any officers here!"

"DOCTORS I THINK SHE NEEDS MORE SHOTS OVER HERE!!!" I scream.

"No. NONONONONO!" I shout, overprotective nurses hawking over me in an instant. "I don't need shots." I'm tempted to turn Amaril in then and there, but since the nurses left, I decided against it.

I cracked up. "I didn't even do anything BAD. I don't know why they're after me in the first place." I lied, eating more of my (stolen) gum.