A storie Kats Night Mearer.
Alone sat Kat. In a dark room along side the window that was just showing twilight. She could see the moon rising in the darkening sky, along with millions of stars. She sighed and pushed off of the windowsill seat and walked, in her hospital gown, back to bed. She felt trapped in what seemed to be in her very own “padded cell”.
Tripping up on her hospital slippers she resumed her walking as the nurse walked in.
“Oh” the nurse looked shocked to see Kat up for the first time upon entering the hospital “How are you feeling? OK? You look pale.”
Kat thought this was ironic for the nurse to say such a thing. “You know something? Not being out in the sun and in a coma for a month doesn’t help the skin.”
The nurse held back a laugh and helped Kat into her bed. Once upon having this done she checked the ivy in Kats arm to make sure it would work all night if Kat fell back into her coma. Kat watched the nurse leave after biding her goodnight. Kat sat back upon the pillows witch the nurse had so nicely fluffed up for her. She sighed and waited a moment then reached over and removed the ivy. Reaching for the phone she dialed her mother’s number. No answer. Where was her mother? It was almost dark. Kat wanted answers. She wanted to know what had happened all the doctor report at the foot of her bed had said “Coma…. Date of entrance… 4/9/91.”
Tripping up on her hospital slippers she resumed her walking as the nurse walked in.
“Oh” the nurse looked shocked to see Kat up for the first time upon entering the hospital “How are you feeling? OK? You look pale.”
Kat thought this was ironic for the nurse to say such a thing. “You know something? Not being out in the sun and in a coma for a month doesn’t help the skin.”
The nurse held back a laugh and helped Kat into her bed. Once upon having this done she checked the ivy in Kats arm to make sure it would work all night if Kat fell back into her coma. Kat watched the nurse leave after biding her goodnight. Kat sat back upon the pillows witch the nurse had so nicely fluffed up for her. She sighed and waited a moment then reached over and removed the ivy. Reaching for the phone she dialed her mother’s number. No answer. Where was her mother? It was almost dark. Kat wanted answers. She wanted to know what had happened all the doctor report at the foot of her bed had said “Coma…. Date of entrance… 4/9/91.”