While all the Kings Horseman and all the Kings Men attempted to put my head back together again, I happen to have yet another hospital encounter. Yeah, no kidding! Maybe it’s a sign that I should study medicine when I go to college? Anyway, the encounter was quite brief and I never actually saw the diaper, but I did hear about it.
I was lying on my stomach on the rolling bed in the elevator. Some guy was taking me to have my head x-rayed and we weren’t alone in the elevator. There was a fairly attractive lady present. I guessed she was in her mid-thirties, with long shiny rust colored hair and pale, glowing skin. Although she looked worried and tired, she still looked pretty dang hot to me. I guessed that the girl and boy standing in front of her were her children, an easy assumption to make.
The girl was only tall enough for me to see her head, from her lips up. She looked like a smaller version of her mother, but with shorter hair. The boy was rather pleasing to the eyes as well, with his rust colored hair which he wore parted on one side. However, his most prominent feature was his heavily freckled nose. In another place and time, I probably would have made some kind of wise crack about him looking like Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.
The boy glanced my way and we made momentary eye contact. He smiled politely, but I can’t remember if I smiled back. I mean, I was suffering from a head injury, so things were a little hazy. He looked fairly young, but not too young. Like I said before, I’m a bad judge of people’s age, however I would hazard to guess that he was maybe eight or nine years old, but his eyes looked much older than that.
A shiver ran through me and the Orderly who was talking me to get x-rayed, patting my back and asked me, “You doing ok?”
“Huh, oh yeah, but I’m cold,” I mumbled.
“That’s probably the ice pack,” he said and tucked the thin blanket up around my neck. “When we get up to x-ray, they have some nice warm blankets. I’ll get you one.”
The boy and I made eye contact again. This time, he didn’t smile. He looked worried, or concerned about something. I watched as he turned toward his mother and motioned for her to bend down to his level. Cupping his hands around his mouth, he whispered, “I had an accident again.” Although he thought he was whispering, everybody in the elevator heard it. Even his younger sister gave him a disgusted look.
I was so disappointed when the elevator doors opened and they got out. My chauffer and I had to go up one more floor, so that ended that ever so brief encounter.