It is a very quiet and peaceful pavilion down the corner of a very big state hospital. The sun is warmly shining pretty lazy on his own day. VIP class is everything you could ask from a hospital when you're enjoying your duty free due to a mysterious illness a local carpenter couldn't guess. Especially when you have your health insurance fully financially back you up. Nevertheless, you are sick and you are at the hospital. Nothing to brag about that, and everyone would prefer the otherwise.
A grandpa is lying weakly and resignedly on the bed as he is the sick patient which is in matter of fact he is. No one can tell whether he's sleeping or just closing his eyes due the fact that the doctor and nurse told him to have lot of rest. The atmosphere of the cozzy room is without a doubt so silent and sad. However, that's not for long until in a quite sudden a little three years young grandson breaks through the door and makes some noise, running around the room, going out, rolling on the grass just outside the room just like a newly charged rabbit on the battery commercial.
"c'mere, son!" apparently he is not sleeping unless he sleeps sounds, and sounds like people speak.
"go greet your grandpa!"several whispering voice getting the happy feet near to the grandpa side.
he steps close, grabs the old wrinkles hand and puts it on his forehead.
"okay, now, go get the puss" the grandpa keeps his blossom smile after couple seconds clucthed the tiny hand.
the rabbit runs otherwise straight away and scream innocently as if he doesn't have to go to the office and does some boring job in a tormenting Monday, a day after, which is matter of fact he doesn't.
"hussshhhhhh!!" once again a big whispering choir of serious faced evil family bossing
"nahh, nahh, let him be"
and the smile remains.
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i rate 7,5 out of 10
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