When I was around nine years old, I fainted after seeing my (then) three year old brother hitting his head on a table and drawing some blood.
My mum panicked and took me to the hospital.
It was like at around 10 pm when I fainted, and I guess I was sleepy because I drifted from being unconscious to being conscious again.
My mum was terrified.
I remember waking up when my mum tried to dress me. And then waking up in the car. And then waking up when they were wheeling me of to the Immediate Aid or something (My mum was worried that I hit my head when I fainted. Like something about blood clotting in my brain)
Anyway, I wake up and all these nurses and doctors crowd over me and I'm like: What?
And one of the doctor starts asking me what my name was and what class I was in and I reply.
Nine-year old me was wondering why the hell they were asking me about all that. Aren't they supposed to ask my mother the personal details? Not the patient?
I was just sitting there thinking about how these people don't know how to do their proper jobs.
Honestly, I guess they were just checking if I had amnesia or something.
Nine year old me was very judgy about them at that time.
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