He turns the keys. The parking lot guy turns on.
The guy complains the new visitor for parking the motorcycle beyond the parking line. The guy has just been scolded by a staff for not managing the parking vehicles properly. The new visitor takes his daughter towards the entrance, who has been coughing thrice a minute. He enters the building welcomed by a peculiar smell. He is suddenly stirred by pitched voice over left. The floor cleaning woman is frantic over him for salt-and-pepper-ing dirt over her freshly shone floor. He asks a jolly white-aphroned teen where the reception is. The teen suddenly loses his glee and yells towards the guard at the door for not directioning the visitors well. He finds the reception anyways. He asks the receptionist which doctor is available for treating cough. The receptionist murmurs how the place is flooded with people when she has her rotation at the reception. She points him to a room at the right anyways. He goes to a room titled OPD at the door. He asks the girl with a bulky register which doctor is available for treating cough. She asks for OPD book. He is confused what that is. She whines and points towards group of people standing around a desk named OPD registration. He goes to the place and asks which doctor is available for treating cough in a 6 year old child. The people around shout at him for breaking the line. The line, which he had not noticed. He stands in the line, which is, at times halted for light moments between the people behind the desk. Finally, he makes it to the front of desk. He gives the money, the girl moans for not having the change. She has the change anyways. Then again, the waiting line at the green door entitled OPD. After an hour, she asks the girl when his daughter’s turn is because his daughter is now coughing five times a minute. The girl gives a peculiar look and he guesses they meant to further wait without asking the question again. His turn comes anyway. The doctor asks what the problem is. When his daughter is too shy to speak a word, he tells how she had three scoops of ice-cream two days before. The doctor mentions him to be precise. He wonders what all information is precise. He tells him anyways. The doctor asks few questions to three late teens standing behind him. The tall boy says something that makes the doctor mock him and one of his friends laughs while the other one remains stunned. The doctor turns to him and mentions for more of waiting lines and peculiar smells and looks. Laboratory tests and investigations. He enters lab and a nurse draws out blood from his daughter’s arm. He is uncomfortable with amount of red hot liquid drawn from his little girl’s body. He asks the woman if his daughter need some rest after the blood is drawn. His question is answered by a queer look from the nurse, now with a red tube. He confused by the meaning of the look when his daughter reminds him that she is hungry. He takes her to the inside-canteen. He goes to the reception and asks his daughter what she wants to eat. The waiter is annoyed by the time taken to order by them. She takes the order anyways. After having snacks, he goes to the lab report dispatch reception. The reception asks for the lab bill. He realizes that he had thrown the bill in the canteen. This information gets into the nerves of the receptionist. She gives the report anyways. He takes the report to the doctor. The doctor prescribes some drugs. He asks if the drug works well if his daughter takes with milk or if she will be cured soon if she takes hot steam. The doctor tells the pharmacist will give further information. He goes to the pharmacy with the prescription. The pharmacist is irritated by the incomprehensible writing of the doctor. He gives the drugs anyways. He inquires if the pharmacist has given the correct medicines. The pharmacist gives an angry look. He takes the medicines anyways. He doesn’t find the way to exit the hospital. He sees the teen but doesn’t ask where the entrance is. He finds it anyways. He reaches the parking lot. He sees his motorcycle at the end of maze of vehicles.He scolds the parking lot guy for not managing the parking vehicles properly.
He turns the key. The parking lot guy notices another vehicle parked beyond the parking line.
I wonder if hospitals have been cultivating a vicious cycle of scoldings.
