Who: Bubbles and Elise
Where: UofM Hospital
When: Three or so
Bubbles was
bored.
There were only so many times that she could pretend to be interested in those Highlights magazine with their silly cartoons before she had a strong desire to tear them apart. What sort of doctor's office didn't have toys? No, they weren't really any better than the magazines, but at least then she could find a way to interact with the other children and make them cry. Anything was better than sitting in this hard plastic chair, swinging her legs with her arms crossed over her chest and a definite pout on her face. Her 'aunt' needed to get a check-up on something and since there hadn't been anyone around to watch Bubbles she'd been dragged along. Bubbles couldn't say many nice things about the woman who thought she was in charge of her but one of the ones she could try on was that at least she got to go places. It was just a bad idea to leave her alone in any sort of room when she was
bored. She started smiling at people. And while that may have been a good thing for most children it wasn't for Bubbles. Because she wasn't a normal child, or a child at all.
No, when she smiled at people she was hoping they'd come sit down so that she could talk to them. But everyone here was so busy, or sick. Sick people didn't like talking. Which was too bad because Bubbles loved hearing about what they were sick with. Then she could pick it apart and feed it back to them, watch the blood drain out of their face before they demanded to see her mother. Then she'd cry, say her mother was dead, and run to her aunt sobbing about the mean man or lady. Only
no one was saying hi. She was going to start throwing things at someone's head any minute now.