Out Patients, Surgeries, consultations
Falling in love is hard
Doctor and patient, rules help no one
He fell into her, literally and figuratively
When she bumped into him as he was drinking
sitting Oh my! so illegally at the bus stop
Doctors can be bad drivers , he said
and smiled, holding out his gashed thumb
She pulled out a needle and doused it with his whiskey
He retorted,"Late nights crashes, I tell you are the weirdest
Into people or dividers,
you are half awake
half past dead"
The suture needed a thread
and the only possibility was her own hair
She pleated three of her strands
threaded it, and sewed it shut
"Doctors are usually prepared, almost always"
He smirked, as she nodded sideways in guilt
She looked at him then
in a mix of guilt
with a hint of clinical satisfaction
Of having fixed her mistake
She got him along to the hospital, pillion
As he got down he said
"Let the hair be,
I love the blunt
it feels good in the suture too"
He just winked at her, and walked away
She smiled, warming up her heart
it yelled "to hell with the rules"
Just then the nurse pushed a body by
It seemed to have been dead since last night
He wore her scrunchie, as a perfect torniquet
Doctors should get some rest, sometimes
These hospital targets are inhuman
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