Once again I’m trying my hand at Prompts for the Promptless byRarasaur. This weeks prompt was “Vision Board”.
“I don’t care who you’re talking to. Hospitals are not sexy. In fact, they are the furthest thing from sexy that there is.” Carrianne sighed into the payphone she was using. “I’m telling you Emma, I am so done with the hospital fantasy. Actually, I’m just done with hospitals.”
“Carrianne? That you? Because the number is funky and you’ve had a sexy doctor in the hospital fantasy since I’ve known you.”
“I’m on a payphone. I get crap for signal here. And yes, I’m done with hospitals. I’ve spent the last week sleeping in hospital chairs by mom’s bed. They are not comfortable and definitely not sexy. I cannot believe that I ever wanted to have sex in them.”
“What about the doctor part of the fantasy? Please tell me they’re cute.”
Carrianne shook her head. “I don’t know. I’ve been too worried about mom to pay attention to what the doctors look like.”
“She that bad? I thought the docs knew what it was and she was getting treatment.”
“They have theories but the tests always come back negative. She’s been seen by at least three different specialists this week alone. Each of them has a different theory about what’s going on. I just wish they would find out what’s going on before telling us their theories. It’s getting a bit tiring to get our hopes up only to have them brought back down when the results come in. Every time they tell us what they think is going on, we get excited because we think she’ll get treatment soon. Then the test results come back and we’re told that she doesn’t have what they thought and they need to do more testing.”
“That sucks. Have you told the docs that you want facts not fiction?”
“And have them tell me nothing? I couldn’t deal with that. I mean, I already can’t do anything but at least they’re telling me something right?” Carrianne sat down against the wall.
“You might not be able to do anything but I know what I can do.”
“Take notes for me in class?” Carrianne asked hopefully.
“The notes are online. I don’t need to take them. But, do you have any pictures of your mom from before she got sick?”
“The professors always say things that aren’t in the online notes. I need you to write them down so I don’t miss anything.”
“Don’t change the subject. Do you have a picture of your mom I can use?”
Carrianne rolled her eyes. “Maybe. Check my desk, if I have one it’s there. Why do you need it?”
“I’m going to add it to my vision board.”
“No.” Carrianne’s voice was clipped and her grip on the phone tightened.
“It will help send out vibrations of good health.”
“I don’t care what you think it will do. It won’t work and I’m not going to let you destroy a picture of my mom for it.”
“I’ll make a copy then. All I want to do is add a photo of your mom to my vision board. If I have something to focus on, like seeing your mom healthy, then I can send her healing vibes. Maybe I’ll even put on one of those doctor snake things so I can send smart vibes to the doctors. Besides, what will it hurt to try? The doctors haven’t been able to do anything yet because they haven’t figured out what’s going on. Maybe with some good vibes going their way, they’ll figure out what’s going on.”
Carrianne sighed into the handset. “Fine. I guess you’re right. It wouldn’t do any harm but I still find it ridiculous.”
“You have two minutes remaining. To speak longer please insert more coins.” A robotic voice cut into Carrianne’s side of the conversation.
“Listen Emma, I’ve got to go. The payphone says it wants more money and I don’t have any more change on me. When I can get away for a bit, I’ll find a signal and text you.”
“Bye Carrianne. I’ll see you when your mom’s better and you get back.”
“If I come back.”
“You will. Give your mom my best.”
“I will. Bye Emma.” Carrianne’s shoulders dropped as she hung up the phone. With a heavy heart she began the walk back to her mother’s hospital room.
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