Time....for some Fiction!

Mary and Hermione had been born together at 4 am, joined at the hip. Hope for their survival had been small and hopeless. There mother, Nadia, had been too weak to weep, and lay helplessly in a metal bed with wheels, allowing nurses to move her at will. The twins, however, had strong wills and constitutions, and were determined. Their yells came strong and sound from the nursery. The decision was made. Separating them would kill them, they must stay together.
Meanwhile, two corridors down in this green and white and tiled place, Sally was waiting on her metal bed on wheels. She was about to give birth and a nurse was heading towards her with purpose. Sister Phister was about to give her an internal examination to find out how far her cervix was dilated. Unfortunately, Sister Phister was in such a hurry that she gave her an internal examination in her anus, and thought that everything was going just fine. Sally couldn't believe her ears.

Fact? Fiction? Belief? Truth? Lies? Love, loyalty, perception and misperception. Misconception?