Every morning for the past four weeks I’ve been greeted by the wonderful sight of the current hospital my cycle has been taking place..
This is State Clinical Hospital number 15, located in the secluded corner of little known Metro Novogrievo, of the yellow line.
With a lit cigarette in my hand (in actuality, I’m carrying my Smernoi Obuv), I stare at the upper floors. Every morning, this chick is there, waving at me (Not exactly sure what she’s doing, but I’m pretty sure she’s not waving at me).
It may be hard to see her, but trust me, she’s there. If you don’t believe me, check out this zoomed in picture of her!
Anyways, every morning, besides her, I look up at the upper floors all the Operating Theatres will be in plain sight.
At this point, I mutter to myself in my head “Just wait for me, I’ll be there shortly, operating and shit”
Perhaps instead, the ideal thing I should be yelling is, “Wait for me!” to my group mates who are quickly fading into the distance.
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