#quicktale

Yesterday, my CI and I went to see a patient in acute care. As soon as we entered the room, things quickly turned surreal. The patient spilled coffee all over herself and says “oops” almost nonchalantly. Huh.

Then I heard some mumbling on the other side of the room, but it wasn’t quite loud enough to make its way to my conscious mind, and I passively dismissed the sound. But then I heard it again, and I couldn’t ignore it any longer. I walked over to check the bed - no patient, nobody... Ok, maybe I can ignore it.

The voice appears again, quietly, but undeniably. What is going on? Gregg is also confused, but keeps his hypothesis hypothesis to himself. I go silently inspect more closely, and behind the curtain (which is up against the wall) stands a nurse on a phone call. Why he on the phone behind that curtain I am not entirely sure, but it confused me before I knew where the sound was coming from as well as after.

Gregg and I leave the room for a moment to grab a new gown for the patient (one without coffee on it). We were both a little freaked out before we knew the nurse was behind the curtain, and he explained A) he believes in ghosts, and B) that at first he was convinced there was a ghost in the room and only he could hear it (because nobody else was reacting to the noise).