*Beep beep beep* In the 22nd ward a machine went off every couple of seconds in the background while Lincoln was pcing his stuff into his bag with ease, not really caring how it went in. Once everything was in his worn-out bck rucksack he zipped up all the pockets and put on his bck hoodie before he left his little section, and walked on over to disturb the old man who was his neighbor in the hospital.
"Let's py who wants to be a millionaire. Duh duh duh duuuuh."
He's watching this show again, huh? Lincoln thought as he heard the sound of the TV pying on the other side of the light blue curtains. He pulls the curtain away from right to left, to see the frail old man. The old man's small smile changed as soon as he saw Lincoln in the corner of his eye, as he knew that meant only one thing, that he came over to disturb him once again. He lets out a heavy sigh before he says.
"What do you want now?"
"Oh come on pops. Don't be so cold." He goes over to the beige curtains on the window and pulls them open and opens up the window with ease. "I just-"
"Will you close my window? And close my curtain too? It's cold!" The old man snaps. "Plus it's way too early to have them open anyways," he says in a grouchy tone as he pulls his thin light blue cover up and over his head, trying to avoid any direct daylight hitting his pale wrinkly face.
"Rex, I'll close the window once I leave," Lincoln says as he goes to sit down on the wooden chair that was next to the old man's bed and tries to get comfortable. "How many times are you going to watch the same old canceled show? You have watched this show over and over and over again?" He asks before he reaches for the old man's fruit basket that was on the table and takes a satsuma and starts to peel it. The satsuma was warm but it was still fresh and easy to peel and take apart. Not too long after being peeled the room smelt citrusy. "Hopefully there's a spell out there that stops me from getting old," he says in a childish tone as he takes a piece of the satsuma, and pops it into his mouth. He then chews it quietly so that his lips don't cp together too loudly for two to three seconds before swallowing it.
"I think it's too te for you. I already see a bunch of grey hairs," the old man says with a smirk, as he readjusts his cover. Lincoln stops himself from putting another piece of the satsuma in his mouth after hearing this. He then pulls out his phone and uses it as a mirror to look and see if there are any grey hairs but there are none. His hair was the same as always bck, curly and just barely passing his ears.
"Don't scare me like that" -he lightly bites down on the piece of satsuma that's in his mouth and juice flies into his left eye- "ARGH! Son of a bitch." The old man chuckles. "Pops pass me a tissue," he says while he squirms around in pain in his chair.
"Nope," the old man responds while he continues to chuckle from watching him in pain.
"Why not, just because I ate one of your satsumas?" Lincoln asks as he continues to worm about in his chair.
"You're a grown man so you should be able to cope with it. Now hush I'm trying to watch my program." The old man says.
"Again I don't know why you won't watch something new" -Lincoln rubs his left eye making his situation worse- "like yesterday, I was watching some guy-"
"Nooot interested. Look here, there's nothing wrong with a good old cssic like Who Wants to be a Millionaire. Plus it's better than what you punks are watching these days. All you punks ever watch are loud cartoons that make no sense. Films that have loud confusing action that have explosions. Going off any beaming time like it's the fourth of July. Or you punks will watch other people making fools of themselves. Or you will go wasting your time watching porn or some weird shit. Where the guy will be in a weird position that makes him look like a spider monkey, or in a pretzel, or-"
"Stop, stop, stop," Lincolns says, cutting the old man off. Not wanting to picture anything he was saying. "Firstly I'm not like that." The old man looks at him in the corner of his eye not believing him. "What. I'm not. And, even if I did do that sort of thing" -Lincoln reaches over to grab the polka dot box of tissues that were next to the fruit basket- "I bet you used to do all those things when you were younger," Lincoln says finishing his sentence while he throws his now slightly orange stain tissue into the bin. The old man doesn't say anything for a second or two before he goes back to watching who wants to be a millionaire.
"Just be quiet, I'm trying to watch my show," he says, blowing off Lincoln's st comment.
"Fine," Lincoln says in a childish tone. He then pulls out his small bottle of water from the side of his rucksack, reaches over to get some more tissue, dampens it, and wipes his left eye until it doesn't sting anymore. Once he is done wiping his eye, he throws the soggy tissue into the bin and watches the program along with the old man. A minute or so ter he got the idea of ruining his viewing experience by saying what the contest was going to say which made him grow a little grin. I don't like when he smiles like that. What is he pnning on doing? The old man thought to himself.
“For twenty thousand, who was the st Roman Emperor? Is it A) Vespasian B) Cudius C) Septimius Severus or D) Romulus Augustus”
"Hmmm, I don't know. I don't think it's Vespasian or Romulus Augustus."
"Hmmm I don't know, I don't think it's Vespasian or Romulus Augustus."
"What are you doing?" The old man asks but Lincoln doesn't answer him.
"I just don't know."
"I just don't know."
"Remember you still have your fifty-fifty option and you can ask the audience."
"Remember you still have your fifty-fifty option and you can ask the audience."
"Stop that," the old man says, as he can now see what Lincoln was doing but Lincoln continues to pay no attention to the old man and repeats the whole show until it is over.
"Phew. Man, you were right. That was. Good. I really, REALLY enjoyed that episode. Didn't you?" Lincoln asks with a smug expression on his face while the old man is dead silent, as he is so annoyed to say anything. "Here let's go watch another episode."
"Punk." The old man says in a dead tone voice making Lincoln burst out ughing.
"Come on. Come on. That was funny. It was funny," Lincoln says before he continues to let out a deep pitch ugh until it brings him to tears. A good couple of seconds went by before he wiped the tears of ughter from his face, and calmed down a little, as he saw the old man giving him the evil look. "Okay, Okay I'll leave you alone." He stops ughing. "I'm going to miss doing this" -Lincoln says as he checks his watch to see that it is six-thirty am- "I better be going. I'll try and visit you when I can."
Please don't. The old man thinks while Lincoln stands up. "I told your nurse to call me if you don't take your medication or don't behave. Sooo if I was you and you don't want me to come down and bug you, you better listen to the nurses and your doctor." He takes a couple of steps away from his bed before he stops and turns ever so slightly to face the old man. "Oh, also I didn't get the chance to say goodbye to Cathy so I'll leave that to you to do. See ya pops," He says before he continues to walk towards the exit of the ward. As Lincoln walks away a gust of wind hits the old man like a sp to the face, reminding him that Lincoln didn't close his window.
"Hey! Close my window and curtains!" The old man shouts.
"Huh, what was that I'm getting a bad signal," Lincoln replies, as he walks down the hallway and down the stairs to the reception desk to sign himself out.
"Punk." The old man mutters to himself. "You could have at least said goodbye to her yourself." He turns off the TV before turning onto his side to face the window and looks out of it. Finally, I can get some peace. The old man thinks to himself before he lets out a sad sigh, and pulls his cover up to now cover his whole body. Even though there was quite a lot of noise going on throughout the ward he still felt like it was still pretty quiet. "Damn it, I can't believe that I miss that Punk already. I guess I'll go back to sleep." The old man said quietly as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
WN: Hello first time ever writing a writer note but my name is LugLug and I hope you like the first chapter, I just wanna say the cover isn't my own but I pn to change it sometime in the future. If you liked first chapter give it like and tell me what you think of it. Chapter 2 called Building up courage will be out on Friday so stick around if you want to find out what happens next and if you don't that's okay but thanks for reading this chapter and I hope you have a good rest of morning, evening or night.
