Julius Walters is a kid that kept this hate for hospitals. He reached about 5’11, with dark brown hair in contrast to his lime green eyes. He has the body of a fitness trainer who wore a size eight shoe. That is pretty good for a 17 year old growing up in a world of obesity. He worked out almost everyday so he would avoid being bullied. He has no family and his friends were dropping like flies with his new found emo habits.
He hates hospitals with a passion, but because of the accident that he had earlier he was now sitting in the St. Mary’s Hospital waiting to be examined. It is kind of ironic that they took him to a hospital that was founded on the belief of God with a staff that has faith in the people to get better with their help. Julius, a boy who has lost all faith in the so called “Almighty God”, making him an atheist now is brought into the hospital on a stretcher. They brought him into the hospital and sat him down in a room to begin checking his vitals. The doctor left the room and J.W picked up the stethoscope to look at it. He had walked into the hospital and looked so excited. It was the day that his mother finally got out of surgery. The nurses in the hospital wouldn’t let him stay overnight, with his mom. He came extra early so that his face would be the first face she saw when she woke up. He bought flowers and candy for her hoping that it would make her feel better. “I wonder if my mom is as happy to see me as I am to see her.” He walked up to the reception desk and asked the nurse what room his mother could be found in. The nurse looked at him with sorrow in her eyes “how do I tell him what happened last night, I thought the doctor said that they took care of this. The nurse looked him in the eye and told him what the doctors had not and she apologized so many times for the death of his mother. Julius yelled and shouted. He walked down the hall, with his eyes bloodshot red from crying, his fist clenched in tight and punched the wall. He walked into room that his mother’s body was kept in and broke everything in sight. He got out of the room and looked for the doctor who had performed the operation. “That bastard better still be here, how could he not save her.” Julius knew from then on that he was truly alone. He put the stethoscope back on the desk as the doctor walked back in.
It was a frantic night at the hospital while patients rang the assistance bell, the nurses and doctors were preoccupied trying to control J.W whom was kicking the people that were trying to get him to stay in his straight jacket. Julius Walters was stuck in this hospital because he tested positive to mental retaliation, he was tired of this. Julius hated this hospital for what it did to him, it made him think he was crazy, he wanted to get out right there and then. J.W came up with a plan, “I’m going to escape whether they think I will or not.” Kicking and screaming was his plan in this desperate attempt to get out. Frantically he kicked and screamed, he was done being confined, all of this trouble because of the way he answered certain questions, “It’s the system that’s messed up not me.” He ran into the stairwell thinking that he had finally escaped. He pushed the emergency door open and sprinted off. He ended up by his old house; he gazed inside the window and started crying. “I have no idea who I am anymore, I loved the life I lived and now it seems as if everything is crumbling. I have no place to call home because anything that was close to home was lost a long time ago.” In all the commotion that went on for the night he passed out in the yard. Hours later he awoke to a familiar setting, an IV was in his arm and he could hear the sound of the E.K.G machine. So much for an escape to his new life.
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