THIS is a game run by members of a writing club. Do not judge us on our budding storytelling skills. The plot is: there is no plot. Cringe all you want.
In a dusty hallway on the fifth, almost forgotten floor, lies five beds in a room meant for four.Welcome to Ward 7: hospice.The only window faces the park near the hospital, but only the bed next to it can see. The only working light is on the side of the room with three beds, but it hangs over the coma patient, wasting electricity.There is a nurse, but he wears a surgical mask and an eye patch. No one’s seen his face. Random people come and go, after uttering “wrong room”. The only upside is Dr. L, and a rare family visit. It’s like a prison visit, mostly.
To survive your final months/weeks/years/who knows, you must talk with the other three equally dying patients. Or retreat inside your own mind. That works too.
Halfway through the story, the narrator flipped the plot and started soloing the whole thing because the writing club was not writing. So… yeah.
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License: Community License w/ Creative Commons