..a young nurse appeared out of nowhere. She wore the typical nurse outfit, a white overall. Her hands glanced because of the rubber gloves and her feet where covered in thick white socks, which again stuck in a pair of crocs. "Hello, I am nurse Elliot. You must be Billy, right?" Billy nodded and stood up. This woman was a positive surprise, she seemed nice and friendly. Everything was better than some grumpy old doctor examining him. "Alright then, let's begin Billy." With these words, nurse Elliot started walking and with some gestures she made it quite clear to Billy that he should follow her. Although the nurse wasn't exactly "running", Billy had to walk faster than usual in order to keep in step with Elliot.
This way they must have looked like an odd couple, rushing through the dark corridors and stairways of the wide and empty hospital. Billy knew that it wasn't really empty, but it just didn't stop seeming forsaken and somewhat creepy to him. Finally they arrived in front of a thick brown metal door, labeled with some white letters forming TREATMENT ROOM. As Elliot pressed her right hand against it, the door swung up inwards and nurse and patient entered. "Billy, you see the treatment chair over there? Please take a seat. Don't worry this will be over soon." As soon as Billy had obeyed her order and made himself comfortable on the chair (as good as this was possible), Elliot continued with her instructions. "Are you sitting well? Good. We'll begin with the basic checkup, which means I'll check your breathing, your heart rate and take a look inside your throat to see if everything's in place." This part of the examination really went fast, and after only five minutes, the nurse threw the used smear spatula in a little trashcan making a satisfied face. "It's all good so far. Your lungs work fine, the heart rate is ok and I couldn't find anything harmful in your throat", Elliot explained to Billy.
"Now we only need to do a few last tests. The public health authority recently keeps urging us doctors to also check the sensitivity of our patient's senses. Especially our younger patients should be examined to that effect, according to them. That's what we're going to do next." The tests regarding Billy's sense of touch and eyesight were easy. For his eyesight he just had to read continuously shrinking letters on a small screen. Sometimes he messed up some letters but overall Elliot seemed content with his performance.
The check of his sense of touch again was so easy for Billy, that it reminded him some of the games he had played in kindergarden. It just consisted of Elliot putting some small objects in a black bag, which Billy hadn't seen before. Then he had to put his hand inside the bag and describe what he felt until he eventually should guess what kinds of object it was. Next, Billy's sense of hearing was tested. For that purpose, the nurse presented a long piece of black cloth. "To make sure, I'm really testing your sense of hearing I need to make sure you're not able to see anything. This is a blindfold and I'm putting it over your eyes now, so you have to rely completely on your ears, okay?", she asked. Billy agreed and once he was blindfolded, Elliot started clapping from anywhere in the room and his task was to describe where exactly from his position the sound was coming. It was actually not really hard, but anyhow not Billy's strength. The nurse's reaction turned out accordingly. "Hmmmm..not exactly brilliant but alright I guess. Lets move on!", she said with a good-natured smile.
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