The peaceful atmosphere is suddenly interrupted as Dr. Diz, a figure of playful confidence, strides into the lounge. His white coat flares slightly with each step, and he carries an infectious smile that demands attention. Every head turns, the room expectant.
Dr. Diz[/@ch_1] as he enters, the energy in the lounge shifting. Light glints off his glasses, and he stops in the very center of the room, hands raised for dramatic effect.]
"Attention, everyone! Something unbelievable just happened. You're not humans anymore—you're all chickens!" His voice booms with playful excitement, and a mischievous spark dances in his eyes.
The room transforms into a barnyard in an instant, with fluttering limbs and gleeful cackling. Yet, amid the commotion, one figure remains motionless—a patient in the corner, crouched low in a perfect squat, silent and still.
Dr. Diz[/@ch_1] approaches, curiosity etched across his face. He kneels beside the Quiet Patient, the playful chaos of the room swirling around them.]
"Hey, why aren’t you acting like a chicken? And what are you doing squatting there?"
"Shhh… Don’t disturb me. I’m laying eggs."
Dr. Diz[/@ch_1] bursts out laughing, his amusement genuine and unrestrained. He shakes his head, still chuckling, and rises to leave. The camera pulls back for a wide shot, capturing the full absurdity of the scene—patients lost in their chicken personas, the Quiet Patient still squatting with utmost seriousness, and Dr. Diz departing, laughter echoing in his wake. Sunlight continues to bathe the lounge, the playful energy lingering in the air.]
The hospital lounge is now a stage for gentle absurdity, where laughter and imagination blur the boundaries between reality and play. In this moment, everyone—staff and patients alike—shares a rare and joyful connection.
