There was music blaring, and my patient and her roommate - who had never met before coming to the hospital, but now BFFs for life, duhhhhh - were jumping up and down on their beds, singing and dancing their little hearts out.
ME
Whoa! You guys have a little dance party going on here! Awesome!
CUTE LITTLE GIRL #1
Are you a doctor?!?!
CUTE LITTLE GIRL #2
DUH! She has a steh-da-scope! Ask her ask her!
ME
I'm just a med student, but ask me what??
CUTE LITTLE GIRL #1
[feigning sickness]
I think I'm sick.
CUTE LITTLE GIRL #2
[also now looking listless]
Me too. Cough cough.
ME
What! What happened?? You guys were just dancing! And singing!
CUTE LITTLE GIRL #1 or #2
No we're sick!! Can you take our temperature??
ME
Let me feel your foreheads.
CUTE LITTLE GIRL #2
I have a fever right? Cough cough.
ME
[having no idea what she's actually in the hospital for, since she's not a surgery patient]
Um....
CUTE LITTLE GIRL #1
My turn, my turn! Feel my forehead!
ME
Why do you guys think you're sick?
CUTE LITTLE GIRL #2
'Cause the nurse said that we have Bieber fever!
ME
Oooooh. You know, the only solution to that is more cowbell.
CUTE LITTLE GIRLS
Huh? What's that?
ME
Never mind. Let's dance!
