At the hospital I was working in, the regulations require a wheelchair for patients being discharged.
However, while working as a student nurse, I found one elderly gentleman already dressed and sitting on the bed with a suitcase at his feet, who insisted he didn't need my help to leave the hospital.
After a chat about rules being rules, he reluctantly let me wheel him to the lift.
On the way down I asked him if his wife was meeting him.
"I don't know," he said.
"She's still upstairs in the bathroom changing out of her hospital gown."