Merciless community hospital 16 miles southwest of me.
Reflagged as “bon secour”, the EMT’s say it as “ bone sucker” or “bomb secure” over the radio.
It was a better hospital when it was run by The Sisters of Mercy.
Those days were long gone years ago.
I had full blown pneumonia and had to stop at that hospital.
They were doing a disaster drill that day and they got to play at being doctors and nurses.
Sat there for two hours listening to the disaster drill chatter before anyone noticed that there were real patients to attend to.
“I can see up your dress.” guy on stretcher on the floor.
“*giggle giggle* Silly, you can’t talk. You’re supposed to be dead!” nurse busy playing at her job.
I said something smartmouthed in response, which got attention as a voice that deep and demonic sounding doesn’t normally come from a sixteen year old kid without sulpher hexafluoride.
I made sure to hack up an orange lunger too.
NHS probably would have tranq darted me and made certain breathing was compromised.
After all, I disrupted the disaster drill...
Morning moose!