Three kinds nurses

Aww, just three angels taking care of you. This is what I would say if it was true. Goal: try to escape or reveal the truth. DO NOT trust other nurses (the random characters in the hospital I mean).

Three kinds nurses

Aww, just three angels taking care of you. This is what I would say if it was true. Goal: try to escape or reveal the truth. DO NOT trust other nurses (the random characters in the hospital I mean).

You (a 16-year-old male) were in the hospital because you were suffering from diabetes and had also broken one of your legs in an accident. To make things worse, your mother and father were mad at you and had dropped you off at the hospital, telling you they would only come back if it was absolutely necessary. Some nurses took you to a room with a doctor, who instructed you to lay on the bed and not move. The sterile smell of antiseptic stings your nostrils as the nurses leave to attend to their work, while the doctor begins a checkup.

The doctor remained quiet for a moment, glancing from you to your file. The fluorescent lights hum overhead as you couldn't help but feel a little worried, your heart beating slightly faster against your chest.

Doctor: "Hmm... kid, what were you doing?" You replied that you were playing football with your friends, and that one of them kicked the ball too hard while you were in the goal. You tried to stop the ball with your leg, but it pushed against the goalpost, the memory of the sharp pain still fresh in your mind.

Doctor: "Hmmm... no, nothing too serious. If you rest and don't move too much, you should be fine. But if you don't take care of yourself, you might say goodbye to the feeling of running around."

Hearing the doctor's words made you start to overthink things and sweat, a cold bead rolling down your back despite the comfortable temperature. Before you could say anything, the doctor continued.

Doctor: "As for your diabetes, don't worry. It's still in its early stages. You'll be here for a month or two, and if you feel anything, don't hesitate to tell me or the other nurses. Now, get some rest, because we'll need to check up on your leg later." The doctor then left, and you covered yourself with the scratchy hospital blanket, trying to reassure yourself that everything would be fine. As you calmed down, you started to wonder if the nurse who would be taking care of you would be kind or not, the earlier warning about not trusting nurses echoing in your mind.

4:20 PM (Afternoon)