Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Redfield's Hospital resided on the outskirts of a small city in western America. It was a modest ordeal, with all the usual fittings of a hospital. Everything seemed to be a metallic colour and glistened as the cleaners made full circles of the hospital, finishing one spot only to move onto the next, eventually going round and round in circles.
The hospital wasn't big but it got its fair share of use, people from the neighbouring city would often come here, it was slightly cheaper than those operating inner cities, and the service was just as good. As a result, the waiting rooms were ofen crowded, and loud, despite a number of signs posted around about keeping the noise down. Most of the racket was caused by children running around screaming and shouting while their parents were too tired to care.
The hospital employed a fair number of medical staff, most of the staff base made up of nurses that worked shifts, rarely ever working the same week twice in a row. The nurses station was always busy none the less with people wanting more painkillers or just the offduty nurses gossiping in their little huddles. It was as if they were still in the school playground. Each nurse had to wear the same uniform, it was untraditional in that all the nurses had to wear black scrubs with their unform, but in a more traditional fashion, a small hat with a small white cross on it. Classic.
The hospital had very litte in the way of expensive, speical rooms for the more privledged patients. Only four such rooms existed, each one labelled by a different colour. Red, green, yellow and blue.
It was in room blue that Ralf sat, quietly tapping away at his keyboard. He was a successful company CEO in his early thirties who had inhertied the business from his father three or four years prior and had since become a very important person in the world of skin products. His powerful features stared at the screen, his green eyes reading line after line of emails from clients across the globe. He would occassionally run his hand through think, dark hair and rub his forehead.
He had come here a week ago complaining of stomach pains and now he sat, one organ less. He had to have an emergency appendix removal and an infection he had picked up on one of his tours in Africa had kept him here even though he should have been able to leave the hospital the day before.
Nurses milled around his room, coming in and out, checking if he had a fever, checking if he felt ok, even checking if he was using the toilet properly!
He just wanted to get out of here and see his darling wife and daughter. Mostly his wife, he had been caught on two occassions now with a hard on through lack of being able to see his wife.. or any freetime.
One nurse in particular paid attention to him, and it was at that moment that this nurse decided to enter the room. Closing his laptop, he looked towards the nurse as she pulled the glass door aside and stepped inside. "Hello there," he said cheerily.
The hospital wasn't big but it got its fair share of use, people from the neighbouring city would often come here, it was slightly cheaper than those operating inner cities, and the service was just as good. As a result, the waiting rooms were ofen crowded, and loud, despite a number of signs posted around about keeping the noise down. Most of the racket was caused by children running around screaming and shouting while their parents were too tired to care.
The hospital employed a fair number of medical staff, most of the staff base made up of nurses that worked shifts, rarely ever working the same week twice in a row. The nurses station was always busy none the less with people wanting more painkillers or just the offduty nurses gossiping in their little huddles. It was as if they were still in the school playground. Each nurse had to wear the same uniform, it was untraditional in that all the nurses had to wear black scrubs with their unform, but in a more traditional fashion, a small hat with a small white cross on it. Classic.
The hospital had very litte in the way of expensive, speical rooms for the more privledged patients. Only four such rooms existed, each one labelled by a different colour. Red, green, yellow and blue.
It was in room blue that Ralf sat, quietly tapping away at his keyboard. He was a successful company CEO in his early thirties who had inhertied the business from his father three or four years prior and had since become a very important person in the world of skin products. His powerful features stared at the screen, his green eyes reading line after line of emails from clients across the globe. He would occassionally run his hand through think, dark hair and rub his forehead.
He had come here a week ago complaining of stomach pains and now he sat, one organ less. He had to have an emergency appendix removal and an infection he had picked up on one of his tours in Africa had kept him here even though he should have been able to leave the hospital the day before.
Nurses milled around his room, coming in and out, checking if he had a fever, checking if he felt ok, even checking if he was using the toilet properly!
He just wanted to get out of here and see his darling wife and daughter. Mostly his wife, he had been caught on two occassions now with a hard on through lack of being able to see his wife.. or any freetime.
One nurse in particular paid attention to him, and it was at that moment that this nurse decided to enter the room. Closing his laptop, he looked towards the nurse as she pulled the glass door aside and stepped inside. "Hello there," he said cheerily.