She made her way to the hospital and went to the desk to find out where to go. The receptionist was sorting through papers and managed to staple her fingers together. Lisa rolled her eyes.
Excuse me, I got a phone call. I heard someone got in a fight.
My fingers hurt, the receptionist said, looking as though she was about to cry. Looking at her name on the badge she soon realised why this seemed so familiar.
Are you married to Ralph Wiggum by any chance? she asked and the woman smiled.
Yes. Do you know him?
I used to go to school with him.
Can you pull this staple out? she asked Lisa, holding her hand out. Lisa pulled it out and then made an excuse to leave.
What is this hospital coming to? she muttered as she walked down the long corridor in the hope of finding a doctor who could help her. She soon found someone who showed her to another part of the hospital.