Chapter Five
Title: Awake, just
The chairs next to the patient’s beds are slippery.
Fake leather.
In pastel colours.
I’ve managed to avoid making a fool of myself and falling off by not moving at all for the last two hours.
The chair is aligned next to the bed, rather than looking at it. I’ve got my chin on my hand leaning towards the bed, but not touching.
I think I may look a little weird. Annie left once George was stable, to experiment with the hospital’s tea and coffee machine. She came back once, looked in the window and left again.
I also scared off the blonde hospital worker who has the love-hate thing going with George.
It doesn’t matter. I don’t particularly like her. And Annie’s been scared before.
A machine starts beeping.
I haven’t looked at George properly since we were in the house, but I look now. He’s got three wires stuck on his chest by white round stickers and a clip thing on his finger.
He’s very pale.
And his eyes are closed.
The machine is still beeping.
A nurse comes in and looks at the machine, presses a few buttons and the beeping stops.
I look at her now.
She tries to smile reassuringly at me but fails.
“Looks like he might be waking up soon.” Her cheery voice doesn’t falter. Which is impressive. Then again, reassuring difficult people is one of the things she’s paid to do.
“Thank you.” My voice is even quieter than usual but it doesn’t break either.
She looks at me for another second then nods and leaves.
Somehow that made me feel worse. Like she thought there was nothing she could do or say to make it better. Then again, there probably isn’t. My friend in his twenties just had a heart attack. And he’s going to have another one in three weeks. Though she doesn’t know that.
Only me and Annie know that and there is nothing we can do about it.
We can’t call an ambulance for a dying deformed wolf.
The machine starts beeping two more times before George shows any sign of life.
“Mitchell?”
His voice is so quiet. Somehow it makes me feel like my chest is being crushed.
Upon hearing him I almost climb out of the chair so he can see me properly.
“Yeah.”
He reaches for me very slightly and I wrap my hand around his. He squeezes back very slightly.
I try to smile reassuringly at him but he looked like he thought I was about to cry so I stopped.
He smiles a tiny smile at me and shuts his eyes.
I can still feel his hand squeezing mine though.
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The chairs next to the patient’s beds are slippery.
Fake leather.
In pastel colours.
I’ve managed to avoid making a fool of myself and falling off by not moving at all for the last two hours.
The chair is aligned next to the bed, rather than looking at it. I’ve got my chin on my hand leaning towards the bed, but not touching.
I think I may look a little weird. Annie left once George was stable, to experiment with the hospital’s tea and coffee machine. She came back once, looked in the window and left again.
I also scared off the blonde hospital worker who has the love-hate thing going with George.
It doesn’t matter. I don’t particularly like her. And Annie’s been scared before.
A machine starts beeping.
I haven’t looked at George properly since we were in the house, but I look now. He’s got three wires stuck on his chest by white round stickers and a clip thing on his finger.
He’s very pale.
And his eyes are closed.
The machine is still beeping.
A nurse comes in and looks at the machine, presses a few buttons and the beeping stops.
I look at her now.
She tries to smile reassuringly at me but fails.
“Looks like he might be waking up soon.” Her cheery voice doesn’t falter. Which is impressive. Then again, reassuring difficult people is one of the things she’s paid to do.
“Thank you.” My voice is even quieter than usual but it doesn’t break either.
She looks at me for another second then nods and leaves.
Somehow that made me feel worse. Like she thought there was nothing she could do or say to make it better. Then again, there probably isn’t. My friend in his twenties just had a heart attack. And he’s going to have another one in three weeks. Though she doesn’t know that.
Only me and Annie know that and there is nothing we can do about it.
We can’t call an ambulance for a dying deformed wolf.
The machine starts beeping two more times before George shows any sign of life.
“Mitchell?”
His voice is so quiet. Somehow it makes me feel like my chest is being crushed.
Upon hearing him I almost climb out of the chair so he can see me properly.
“Yeah.”
He reaches for me very slightly and I wrap my hand around his. He squeezes back very slightly.
I try to smile reassuringly at him but he looked like he thought I was about to cry so I stopped.
He smiles a tiny smile at me and shuts his eyes.
I can still feel his hand squeezing mine though.
Next Part