[it’s raining, it’s pouring]
(Part 3-the old man is snoring)
I have to add that you’re a construction worker for the plot later on— I never talk about body shape and whatnot, just that you’re stronger cuz yk, construction lol
"He's okay, just asleep." The lady at the counter, who i knew as Kathy, said.
"Oh, well that's good. He hasn't been sleeping much, has he?"
"You'd be correct.. he's been having trouble, and is refusing any sort of sleep medication.." Kathy glanced away, seeming guilty that he wasn't sleeping—like it was her fault. Ive felt that type of guilt before. It was understandable, but she couldn't help how he didn't sleep much.
"..do you still wanna see him?"
"If it's okay, then yeah"
Kathy smiled warmly. She was nice, and made sure grandpa was in good shape.
Kathy was a good person—friend., Kathy was a good friend.
She led me to grandpas room, 207. It wasn't too far from the front desk, just a few halls down.
Once we were outside his room, Kathy opened the door.
"I'll leave it to you, then — tell him I said hi if he wakes up!" She spoke, waving to me as she walked back to the front.
"Will do, Kathy!" I grinned back.
I walk over to grandpa, sound asleep and snoring. I smiled looking down at him; he was great. He listened to me when I talked about something that happened during work, laughing at my jokes, and he would never decline a new story.
My smile fades as i see his gown slightly altered, it was clearly wrinkled but that wasn't it. There was a red stain near his abdomen — which could have easily been a food stain; but the trays cover that portion of the gown.
I've got a bad feeling about this..
I saw a young nurse walk by — I turn to ask for her help.
"Hey! Could you come here?" I ask tapping her shoulder.
"Of coarse, what do you need?"
"..i" i hesitated. "I think there's something wrong"
"Something wrong with what?" She asks nervously; glancing at the room i came from, grandpas.
"My grandfather has red stains on his gown, it doesn't look like food stains.." i get quiet at the end.
"Show me" she replied anxiously.
I grabbed her forearm and basically dragged the teenage nurse to my grandfathers room.
"See the stains?" I point.
"Yeah, i do. That doesn't look like any food stains I've ever seen.."
She hesitates, but lifts up the gown. Grandpa was in some sort of boxers, so nothing showed — but what I was looking at, were the stitches where one of his kidneys should be.
"Go get one of the doctors." She demands, staring at the bloody stitches.
I stay there, frozen in place.
"Now.!" She basically yells, she got loud, but not because she was angry, because she was anxious.
I basically ran to whatever doctor i could find. The differences between their outfits were noticeable, so I didn't have to guess.
"Please help! My grandfathers stomach is stitched and he has had no surgeries!" I beg, pulling on the doctors uniform towards the direction grandpas room was.
"I'm- I'm coming." He replies, mostly confused at the situation but anxious as to what's wrong.
"Holy shit" the doctor said.
"We've got to get an x-ray or something to figure out why he's stitched on the abdomen."
"Okay, how much would that be?" I ask wearily, worried.
"Well, we didn't preform surgery, and it's just an x-ray, so I'd say around 100." He responds
Silence engulfs the room as both adults look at the elder in a mix of curiosity and anxiety.
"Well?" I question as a doctor, who I didn't know, comes up to me.
My nerves are through the roof as they look to the side.
"He's missing his left kidney."
"We're not too sure how it happened, but the fact stands.. he's missing kidney."
"It most likely happened at night when he was asleep, although the windows are locked at those hours."
"So whatever took his kidneys was already in the building," I state, "that's the shit you're trying to tell me!?" My voice gets louder as my anger boils. He was supposed to be safe. Wasn't that the whole point of putting him where he was supposed to get better?
The doctor stands still. Not sure how to react to my outburst.
"What am I supposed to do now? Keep him home with me? Because it's damn clear that you don't know how to keep your own patients safe!" I exclaim in anger; face red.
"We can-" the doctor begins, but I didn't let them finish. I close my eyes.
"No. No, I'm leaving. We'll talk over the phone tomorrow. I have a job that I can actually get done," I look to the doctor, "unlike some people."
I turn around, not looking back. I had a job to get to. And I wasn't about to be late.
My job required my attention, and i would do it right. Unlike these so called professionals.
Polls stuck out of the ground as tarps covered most the ground. The construction site was looking good as I stepped out of my car. While we weren't continuing the build, i still had to check up on structure and check off safety precautions. It would've been Joshua's turn today, but he had just gotten a cold.
Taking the clipboard off from the console, i begin to check things off.
As i moved towards the actual structure, checking boxes off, I think about grandpa.
I think about the hospital and nursing home, how a whole organ was taken while grandpa was asleep, the first night where he gets a full nights rest and his kidney is taken.
The security in that place definitely hasn't worked for a while or else my grandfather would still have both kidneys.
With everything in good condition, I head back to my car. It felt off, but then again everything felt off right now. After the recent events nothing felt normal.
Shutting the car door, I sat in silence for a good minute. Thinking things over, and organizing my thoughts.
And with my mind in order, I get ready to drive off — but then there was a scratch.
Getting out the car, I look around. And there it was again.
It came from under my car — and then I heard it again.
Maybe I just imagined it, things like that happen.
I took a closer look under my car; and there it was. A small kitten covered in dirt and mud. Taking my time, I reach out to it.
The kitten backed away, as expected.
I thought for a split second, then I remembered I had some cat food in the back seat that I forgot to take out last time I got groceries.
Getting up, i open the side door. Rummaging through the backseats, I find a singular jar of cat food.
I step back, shutting the car door carefully as to not scare the cat.
Opening the jar, I put it on the ground. I backed up, far enough to not be intimidating but close enosis so I could grab the kitten when they came out from under my car.
Slowly but surely, it came out to eat. I gave it a second, then grabbed it.
Scratching and biting me, I still got a hold of it. My hands bled slightly as their unkempt claws dug into my skin.
I might end up getting an infection from the dirt; but I'll worry about that when I get home. Snatching the food, I get back in my car.
The drive home was hell. The small cat scratched up my seats and me, although they called down after a bit. Somewhat.
In my house, the kitten swatted and clawed me as I tried to wash them up, but I was unable to flip the tiny cat over without injuring myself further with scratches so I planned on figuring out another time when the feline trusted me more.
The kitten was cleaned and dried, several scratches and cuts covered their body that I had wrapped up (it was a struggle, but I made it work), now there was a fluffy orange tabby. I would have to bring them to the vets later on, but I'll have to gain the cats trust first.
...I wonder how grandpa is.
This whole cat dilemma had me only focused on the stray, but now that I've got free time — I'm worried again. I stiffen up as I think of what could go wrong.
But I shouldn't think about that.
Looking out the window, I realize just how late it is. Pitch black out with some twinkle stars scattered around the sky.
I should really go to bed.
Night came and went, and now it was morning.
My cat was sat next to me, and the tabby not in the room. I sat up in bed, rubbing the tiredness out of my eyes. As I move the blankets off of me, I feel just how cold it is in the house.
I put on some slippers and wrap a blanket around myself as I walk to the thermostat. Same as ever, it must just be cold outside.
I stepped into the living room, seeing the stray tabby on my couch, wrapped in blankets that were definitely in the closet before.
I glance at the closet; it was closed. I look back to the cat in a nest of blankets, they looked so peaceful.
I sad down next to the tabby, and my cat climbs up with me. Taking a few pillows, I lay on the couch myself. It was a day off today; I could rest.
Nothing wrong with some extra sleep.
Jack limped, after getting caught by an older man who woke up in the middle of jack trying to get a meal.
He didn't know where to go now.
They took care of that cat... would they take care of me?
Jack was hopeful — he had to be. He was far away from his own cabin and he only knew Y/n.
But they didn't know him.
They were kind though, they might help.
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