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Memory

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I shall now entertain you with a little story from my memories~




I sat on the bed in the very bright hospital room, staring intently at the female doctor that stood in front of me. The light glinted off of her name card, making it impossible to read. She was asking about the flavor of my knock out gas. “Which flavor do you want? We have bubble gum, cheery-“

 

I cut her off with a happy cheer. “Bubble gum!” The sound of the assumed sweet flavor made me smile and I felt my mother rub my small hand with her thumb. The doctor chuckled as she handed me a plastic mask. I stared at it.

 

“This will go over your mouth and nose,” she said, putting her hand on mine and leading it to my face, “just like this.” My eyes fluttered as just the feeling of the plastic against my face fooled my brain into thinking it was going to be knocked out.

 

She chuckled as I began to sink into the pillow behind me. “It’s not on yet!” Her voice was filled with amusement.  She was referring to the lack of gas. I pulled the mask away from my face, shooting out of my relaxed state. My face heated as my eyes darted around the room. “I-I know! I was just…uhhh…” I glanced at my mother, who was also smiling. “Showing mommy how it worked!” I said loudly.

 

The two adults in the room burst into a badly controlled fit of laughter. I looked in between them nervously, unsure if they had bought my lie or not. “Of course you were.” The doctor said, glancing down at her clipboard in amusement. I let a smile grow on my round face….NAILED IT!

As stated, this is a memory from when I was about.....6? Also, bubble gum flavored knock-out gas does not taste like bubble gum. Never choose cherry.

Edit: I had to have surgery because I have a birth defect. That is why I was in the hospital.
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