"My life is just like that leaf, isn't it?"
Dian looked despondently at the lone withered yellow leaf on the little tree outside his window.
He sighed, then looked around.
A white ceiling, a white floor, white walls, and him in white striped clothes.
He had,
finally,
ended up here after all.
Dian had always had a feeling this would happen. After skirting the edge countless times, he was bound to end up here someday.
He just hadn't expected that day to come so soon.
His little-girl nurturing plan wasn't finished yet,
he still hadn't reached that great milestone in life,
he...
Bang!
With a crash, someone kicked open the hospital room door. At the same time, the withered leaf outside slowly drifted down.
"Number 404! Your report is ready."
A broad, burly... male nurse walked in, picked his nose, casually wiped his finger on the test report, and handed it over.
Dian silently eyed the muscular, excessively hairy nurse, then pressed the emergency call button without hesitation.
Motherfucker. Fine, give me room 404, but wiping that on my test report? Do you have any humanity?
Yet nothing happened after he pressed the emergency call button.
No crowd of cute young nurses ran in to fuss over him, nor did a gentle older female doctor come in to ask how he was feeling.
Worse still, two middle-aged women outside were discussing where vegetables were cheapest.
"Where's your hospital's complaints box?"
After a moment of silence, Dian decided to bring out the big guns.
"Oh, that? Someone blew it up."
The muscular nurse picked his nose while signing the chart at the bedside. "Some patient blew up the complaints box the day before yesterday. No idea what they were thinking."
Understanding dawned on Dian. So that was what the enormous bang