My cousin got admitted into CARE, one of the city's leading hospitals. I decided to pay him a visit. Visiting hours are between 5 and 6 pm. I got hold of a visitor's pass and made my way towards the door. People were shoving and pushing to get in. I also pushed and got in.
I headed towards the lift where i was greeted by 20 people waiting to get in. The lift arrived 5 minutes later and i didn't get in. I was pushed in. The lift was shaped like a tunnel. I was standing in the front. The people at the back seemed like they were 2 kms away. The lift stopped on every floor and by the time i got out on the 6th floor, i had spent 7 minutes inhaling stale breath. I was feeling sick.
I dragged myself to room number 610. That's where my cousin was. He smiled when he saw me. I didn't smile immediately because i was trying to recover from my journey of 6 floors. By the time i smiled back, he had pulled the bedsheet over his face. Spoke to my uncle and aunt for 10 minutes. Declined the coffee because the cup looked suspicious.
Said bye to them. As i was heading towards the lift, i took in as much breath as possible since i knew what lay in wait for me. Entered the lift shit scared. Thankfully, the journey this time was not that bad. It took 4 minutes to hit the ground floor.
As soon as the door opened, i ran towards the entrance and continued running towards the parking area. It was only after i exited the hospital and travelled 200m that i felt alright.
I decided to not go back to the hospital in the future. It might be CARE hospital to a lots of people. As far as i am concerned, it is SCARE hospital. It got me scared. It almost made me a patient.
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