mixersuggwell
I took the idea of being in hospital and needing an operation and I went wild with it. Probably too wild. I really enjoyed writing this though. Trying to portray dianne as caring and soft is something I've always struggled doing as I just find it easier to portray joe in that way, hence why I often write her as the one with lots of problems and issues but it was nice to change the roles. Also I'm sorry for what this may do to your emotions. It's sad in places.
Another day and dianne had woken up, joe fast asleep next to her, having not moved a muscle since he went to sleep 8 hours before. She had stayed up a little later but she was still always the first one up. It was just like that now, though it hadn't always been. She had once been on a strict schedule of 10pm bedtime, 5am wake up but that had changed and gone out the window. She didn't have an option anymore so it was now 7am and this was her newly adopted wake up time.
She turned her legs round the other side of the bed and rubbed her eyes, adjusting to the world around her. The world, her world, that had turned upside down and had been all over the place for the past 5 months yet she still stayed and tried her best to get through it. Every day was hard but as she always did, she made her way into the kitchen, being quiet and not wanting to wake joe who had his very strict wake up time of 7:30am, half an hour later than her.
Her routine had changed alot but dianne still loved her coffee. It was the first thing she did every morning. Pick the mug she wanted and make her usual long black before she then took it with her bowl of fruit; usually a handful of blueberries, half a banana and some grapes. It wasn't always what she wanted for breakfast but what she was putting into her body nowadays was the least of her concerns. As long as she was eating, that's all that mattered to her. She always sat and ate catching up on her phone, looking for messages from her family of which there were none this morning. She was sure they would come later and so instead once she had done, she got up straight away, putting her used bowl and coffee cup into the sink before pulling out joes weetabix and putting 2 into a bowl, drowning it in milk and smashing it so it resembled a baby food sort of consistency. She had made this breakfast many times and all she ever wished was to beable to put a little drizzle of honey, or chocolate on it. Maybe chuck in a few squished blueberries but she knew that was a little bit naughty. By doing that she didnt know what it meant. She grabbed a cup, not one you would expect a fully grown man in his 30s to use, but a children's water bottle with a straw and she filled it up with water before she then took it all in her hand and slowly made her way back upstairs.
When she came back into their bedroom, she placed everything down carefully on top of the drawers before going over to where he was sleeping peacefully, crouching down next to the bed and running her hand along his arm.
"Hey, Joseph"
She whispered, knowing how he could be now in the mornings but today he opened his eyes and very simply made himself aware of where he was, what was happening and who this girl was infront of him.
"Hey, it's morning. I brought you your breakfast, do you want to get up?"
Despite knowing he wouldn't have a verbal answer, she watched his fingers tap which was his way of saying yes when he hadn't yet adjusted enough to move his head to nod and so dianne wrapped her arm around his back and helped him sit up, his body flopping which she tried to keep upright and succeeded.
"I'm going to move you to the chair ok. You're going to need to stand up. I'll count you...one, two, three"
After her countdown, dianne pulled joe up so he was standing and in the most gentle way she could moved him over to the chair she had brought to go next to their bed on his side. It was a recliner, one you would find those of an older age using, but she found it was what worked best for joe. Then she brought over the table towards him. It was a horrible plastic thing on wheels, Something you'd find in a hospital but again it worked for joe. She wheeled it over and placed it over his lap, then going to collect his breakfast she put it down, and sat on her own chair next to him. Her chair though was more of an office sort of thing. She didn't need anything to support her back, or hold her up or anything like that.
