The Ward
By aracthura
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The young nurse strolled around the hospital maternity ward as usual
starting her rounds then entered the nursery to check on the new-borns.
She walked along the many rows of pink and blue blankets, watching the
many excited smiling faces through the window as they picked out a
child for the waiting nurse to bring out. But one face stood out among
them, his expression sombre and sad as he peered blankly through the
screen. The nurse approached the glass smiling and stood directly
opposite him gesturing at the sleeping babies. The man pressed a finger
on the glass, pointing to a blue blanket, not even raising his gaze.
The nurse continued to smile, picking up the beautiful boy and checking
the tag on his arm, then cradling it gently in her arms lifted him up
to the screen. The man merely nodded before she exited the nursery to
the awaiting father. "You must be proud Mr.Johnson" she said, placing
the child delicately in his arms "I hope the mother is doing
well?"
"The mother died at birth" Mr.Johnson replied blandly after a long
silence. The inexperienced nurse gaped, not knowing what to say. "I'm
so sorry" is all she could finally reply after an awkward hush. The man
laughed crudely shoving the child back to the nurse. All eyes were now
staring at them. Mr.Johnson glanced back at the now screaming child,
his eyes blood shot as he stared in disgust muttered "they say the
bastards not mine"
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