100-word flash fiction
Annabelle wiped sweat from her neck, smelling bleach.
Without a hitch, the cheery nurse stuck an IV in her vein. "We put in for an urgent gynecological consult. The ob-gyn on call is amazing." Her voice was tinged with conspiracy.
A tech peeked in. "That's her. The one from that music video."
"Get!" the nurse hollered at the intruder.
Annabelle had been waiting her whole life to be recognized. Devoted all her efforts to becoming famous. Now, she was noticed while lying in a hospital bed, suffering from the consequences of her out-of-whack priorities.
A clear baritone interrupted her thoughts.