onepissedoffcancer:

BLOWING OFF HOMEWORK, HUH? THAT’S UNDERSTANDABLE AND I’M GLAD I CAN BE THE SOURCE OF DISTRACTION FOR YOU.

I GUESS I’LL SEE YOU WHEN YOU GET HERE. AND HEY, THANKS. REALLY.

You spend the next few hours calculating your route, using the GPS software on your phone and figuring out the train’s hours.  Not having a car made things somewhat difficult, but there was, at the very least, a rather well-developed public transportation system that made it relatively easy to get to the hospital.

You don’t care much for hospitals, yourself.  You remember your own experience, in the first few days after your blindness, with no small amount of discomfort and loathing.  Even now, you find that people in the hospital often treat you as if you ought to be lying down in a bed right now because of your condition.

When you arrive, you talk to the person at the front desk, grateful that she has a computer system to find out which bed he’s in.  Another woman at the front desk offers to guide you there, for which you’re also grateful; the last thing you need is to get lost in the middle of the hospital.

Within a few more minutes after that, you arrive at his room, a calm expression on your face, though still a little marred by worry.

Hello?