#37: In the hospital

Everything was blindingly white. It smelled clean and there were a bunch of sounds. Different sounds-beeps and shouts and toilets flushing and some sounds that were too far away for him to identify. n his own room, he was lying in his bed, a preheated blanket had been placed on top of him. There was an IV running from the bag on a pole to the crook in his arm. He looked at it curiously and tugged at it, but the tape placed on top of it held it firmly in place. He grunted in frustration and left it zone. He couldn't remember why he was here, or how he had gotten there. The only thing he did know was that he wanted to leave. He pressed the call button for the nurse and waited. When she showed up, she checked the heart monitor and his IV bag. He asked her when he could leave and she said it was going to be a few more days. She asked if he was hungry and her said no, but she came back with food from the hospital cafeteria. She set it down on the table and left. He stared at it, but wouldn't eat it. He turned on the TV and as soon as it came on, a voice came on over the intercom system and he couldn't hear the TV.
 Gotta love hospitals. He thought to himself.