Ní raibh aon rud níos gnóthaí ná Ospidéal Chontae Luimnigh ar Lá Fhéile Bríde.

Nothing was busier than Ospidéal Chontae Luimnigh on St. Brigid's Day.

Lá fuar, ach sa seanfhocal, tús na primavera é.

A cold day, yet in the proverb, the beginning of spring.

Bhí Cian sa chaos, rud a bhí neamhbheartaithe aige.

Cian was caught in the chaos, something he hadn't planned for.

Bhí sé díreach tar éis geataí an ospidéil a thrasnú nuair a fuair sé amach go raibh an fón mícheart ina phóca aige.

He had just crossed the hospital gates when he discovered he had the wrong phone in his pocket.

"Ah, Aoife! Tá fón altra éigin agam!" a dúirt sé, a ghuth lán le níos mó mearbhall ná éadóchas.

"Ah, Aoife! I have some nurse's phone!" he said, his voice filled with more confusion than despair.

Bhí Aoife, a chara is fearr, ar an líne eile, réidh i gcónaí le cuidiú.

Aoife, his best friend, was on the other line, always ready to help.

“Fán socair, a Chian. Caithfidh tú é a thabhairt ar ais sular thuigann sí é,” a mhol sí trína chluasán.

"Stay calm, Cian. You need to return it before she notices," she suggested through her headset.

Bhí cóisir earcaíochta ag an otharlann an lá sin, rud a cheap Cian go bhféadfadh sé dul i bhfolach ann gan stró.

The hospital had a recruitment fair that day, which Cian thought he could hide in without trouble.

Ach bhí rúidim faoi thalamh i gcoinne fíor-eispéireas an ospidéil.

But there was an underground rhythm against the true experience of the hospital.

Bhí slua dochtúirí ag bualadh le chéile i gcomhair stailce, ag lorg níos fearr do na hotharlannaithe.

A crowd of doctors was meeting for a strike, seeking better conditions for the hospital staff.

Bhí Cian mar phíosa gan choinne sa chluiche seo. Ba é an stailc chomhad méadú ar mhearbhaill.

Cian was an unexpected piece in this game. The strike added to the confusion.

Chuir Aoife plean le chéile.

Aoife devised a plan.

"Níl rogha agat, a Chian. Cuir ort cóta bán, beidh tú cosúil le dochtúr ag cúrsáil timpeall."

"You have no choice, Cian. Put on a white coat, you'll look like a doctor cruising around."

Ní raibh an bhanríon páirt a ghabhann le clíar mar Aoife ag fágáil an oíche gan plean!

The queen of the accompanying retinue, like Aoife, wasn't leaving the night without a plan!

Bhí Cian ag streachailt leis an gcóta fada nuair a chonaic sé an fíorúdaráis á thionlacan dochtúirí eile.

Cian was struggling with the long coat when he saw the real authorities escorting other doctors.

Ní mór dó a bheith cúramach gan a n-aird a tharraingt.

He needed to be careful not to draw their attention.

Ar deireadh, sa hindra an ranga pediatráice, d’aimsigh Cian Niamh.

Finally, in the pediatric section, Cian found Niamh.

"Is mise ba chúis leis seo, tá an fón agat ach i mo láimh!" a dúirt sé léi go ciúin.

"I'm the cause of this; you have your phone but in my hand!" he quietly said to her.

Bhí iontas ar Niamh, a d’fhéach air le súile móra cáirdiúla.

Niamh was surprised, looking at him with big friendly eyes.

Ach ní raibh am acu breac-chuntas a dhéanamh.

But they had no time to outline everything.

Bhí daorsúilíonn céimithe an ospidéil snaofa.

The hospital's devoted graduates kept an eye on them.

Tugadh aghaidh orthu mar sheirbhísigh; ní raibh ann budh an fhírinne birthe ar an ócáid!

They were regarded as servants; it was nothing but the keen truth of the occasion!

Nuair a bhí doctor eile ag an doras, d'éirigh le Cian teitheadh, agus faoi dheireadh ní fhaca ach a shlí amach ó thaobh spéisin aoibhnis, gan stad.

When another doctor was at the door, Cian managed to escape, and in the end, he found his way out with a hint of joyful relief, uninterrupted.

Tháinig Aoife i gcoinne é, b’fhéidir go raibh sé dona, ach bhí bealach le claochlú rud beag dearfach a dhéanamh.

Aoife found him, perhaps feeling sorry, but she had a way of turning things slightly positive.

Thug Cian an fón ar ais le gàire buíochais ó Niamh.

Cian returned the phone with a grateful smile from Niamh.

D'éirigh Aoife leis an nuacht a chur amach go raibh an ospideál ag iarraidh a réiteach chreidimh.

Aoife managed to spread the news that the hospital was seeking to resolve its beliefs.

Bhí sí ina pleanálaí iontach agus d'éirigh léi an cás a iompú don ospidéal.

She was a fantastic planner and managed to turn the situation around for the hospital.

Ceacht mar chuimhne don saol bhí ag Cian anois.

Cian now had a lesson as a reminder for life.

D'fhoghlaim sé le bheith aireach, b'fhéidir, ach molfadh sé i gcónaí Aoife as a éirim agus a foighne gan teorann.

He learned to be careful, perhaps, but he would always praise Aoife for her wit and boundless patience.

Ba bheag duine chomh foirfe le Niamh sa chath sifirneach sin.

Few were as perfect as Niamh in that challenging encounter.

Ar Lá Fhéile Bríde, bhí gach rud ar ais dá ngnáth i gContae Luimnigh.

On St. Brigid's Day, everything was back to normal in Contae Luimnigh.