Night Shift [h.s]

thirty eight

☁️ HARRY ☁️

It had nearly been two whole weeks since I had landed myself in a hospital bed and since the moment I had even became aware of my surroundings, I had been itching to get out of this hell hole. I wouldn't usually call the place I work in a hell hole considering that it had given me so much over the years and I was often the one throwing myself into work, you could hardly get me away from this place. But this was different. Because I couldn't leave. I physically couldn't leave. And that was really starting to take a toll on me.

All I wanted was to be back at home, whether that meant at my house or in Lana's flat, I didn't really care at this point. I just wanted to be back with my girls and back in the comfort of somewhere familiar. I had learnt to hate the sight of these flush white walls and bright lights. I was beginning to resent doctors and nurses coming in what felt like every five seconds as well as the beeping of machines next to me that honestly weren't doing a lot anymore.

I was still on oxygen throughout the night, though yesterday they had decided that it wasn't really necessary during the day when I could hold my own vitals relatively steady without them dropping too dangerously low and I had had to plead a little to convince the nurses to detach me from one less thing. It had taken quite some persistence from me, but eventually they had let up considering that I was a doctor myself and I knew what I was talking about, not only that but I could quite easily prove that I didn't need to be on oxygen anymore. I was starting to become quite independent if I do say so myself.

The only issue that was presenting now was my dislocated hip that I was really beginning to curse out.

I had been having some light physio from my bedside, mostly to keep the rest of my body active even when I couldn't put one foot in front of the other. I believe the plan was to attempt getting me standing with the aid of probably about a hundred physios by next week and then we'll work on walking from there, but I really wasn't too hopeful about that.

I had been in a lot more pain than I had ever really admitted to Lana, purely because I knew she would worry and that wasn't what she needed right now. She already had a lot going on and the last thing she needed was for me to tell her that I got immense pains every time I so much moved a muscle. Hence why I wasn't overly hopeful about walking so soon, I was in a lot of pain even when I flexed my foot to keep the blood moving, I could only imagine how painful it would be to stand on my own two feet for the first time in weeks.

I was slightly dreading just being moved into a wheelchair today to make it to Lana's twenty week scan. I could just about manage to mask the pain I was feeling in bed when I hardly moved an inch, but I was slightly worried that I wouldn't be able to hide the discomfort when I have to get moved into a chair and then sit there for the next half an hour or so.