32. Common Room

The electric hum of lights flickering on and the rumbling roar of the vending machine in the corner of the room muffled the squeak of the little mouse that had scurried out into the middle of the common room.

“AHHHHHHH! Souris!” She screamed “Mouse no” she squeaked as it ran across her foot. She felt like she was going to scream or cry - or both. The teenager didn’t like hospitals - and worse hospitals whose common rooms were teaming with scurrying little vermin.

“Don’t bite me mouse!” It didn’t. It just squeaked and ran off - like any other sane mouse would.