Hospitals have always smelt funny to me, too clean. But hospitals are where sick people go and so suddenly they don’t feel so clean after all.
I made my way over to reception where a middle aged woman sat tapping away at the keyboard, she finished off typing whatever she was doing and looked up to me for an explanation.
“Hello…sorry I’m Louise…urm Louise Green.” I stutterd. “I’m here about my knee, it’s dislocated in the past but it pops itself back in. But this time it’s different so I wanted to check I’d not broken anything.”
“Beth” her name tag said. “Okay, well you’ll have to fill in this form and hand it back to me and then wait, there is a two hour waiting time, the hospitals particularly busy tonight. Sorry.” She did sound sympathetic but she must have said this to hundreds of people in just the past week.
I took the form and turned around to take a seat, well hobbled. The chairs in the A&E looked comfy, not the sort you could fall asleep in but not the horrible plain plastic chairs that made you numb.
I slowly made my way to the closest row of chairs and sit down in the middle, that way I had room so nobody would knock my leg. The row of chairs I sat on faced the entrance with a row directly opposite facing back. There were a few people sat around me. A family sat on the back row with a young boy, he looked like he’d hurt his arm or shoulder and was in his toy story PJ’s, another woman and presumably her boyfriend sat across from me on the far end, her clutching her ribs, and a few other people by themselves.
I filled out the form pretty quickly, same old questions; Name, Address, Medical History, Phone Number ect… I handed it back to “Beth” on the desk and re-took my seat and settled down for a long wait.
I’d had a few bad memories with hospitals before, there was the first time I dislocated my knee and they spend half an hour prodding it to come to the conclusion that it hurt like hell! I’d broken my arm when I was seven and was wheeled around the hospital backwards in a wheelchair. I’d had a purple pot the whole way up my arm… in the middle of summer.
Then there was the first time I’d been on a ward in the hospital, I was only five and I wasn’t even the one in the hospital, my auntie was, but I hated the whole experience. After endless scans and tests it turned out she had a cardiac tumour. It was the size of a golf ball… and we didn’t know if it was cancerous.
Our family has a history of cancer; my granny died of cancer and so did my granddad. That just made the situation a whole lot worse. Thankfully for me I was too young to see the real risk of open heart surgery along with a tumour; I just thought she was going there to get better because she was “poorly” Thank god the operation was a success and the tumour wasn’t cancerous; she’s made a full recovery now.
I must have been day dreaming for about ten minutes when my stomach rumbled. I suddenly realised that I hadn’t eaten since lunch time and now it was seven. There was a drinks machine and so I decided to buy a hot chocolate. The only problem was getting there, then back with a hot drink, without causing myself anymore damage. Great!
I managed to hobble to the machine and carefully placed my bag on the table next to it; I unziped my purse, got out the correct change, and placed it into the machine before clicking “hot chocolate”
The drinks machine buzzed to life as a cup popped down and began to fill with the hot liquid. I put my purse back into my bag, got my phone out and slid it into my pocket before zipping my bag back up. By the time I was done so was the hot chocolate. I pulled the cup from the holder and popped on a lid. Now to try not to fall over…
I pulled my bag back onto my shoulder and grabbed the hot chocolate in my left hand; I put pressure back on my knee and held the side for support, please, please, please don’t fall! I wobbled and nearly dropped my drink when I tried to walk, but somebody grabbed the drink before it fell.
“Woahhh there, you okay?”
That voice. I knew that voice. A pair of scruffy blue faded converse came into view as I was looking to the floor trying not to fall, I looked up and my mind dazed for a second. I brushed it off, I didn’t know him after all.
“urm hi..sorry. Yeah I’m fine just lost my balance” I replied.
I was confused… it’s November and this guy is wearing shades….inside. Plus the fact that it was freezing and gone 7 oclock.
“Oh it’s fine, no worries.” He looked at me and smiled “are you okay to stand?”
“Yeah I’m fine now thanks” I blushed “just lost my balance” my hair covering my face to hide the redness.
He laughed “Yeah I guessed that. Look, you go sit down and I’ll bring you your drink over when I’ve got mine, then you can’t spill it” there it was again that heart stopping smile.
I noded and said thanks before hobbling back over to the seating area. I sat down in the same place as before and put my bag on the seat next to me. I looked back over to the drinks machine and he was just waiting for his drink. I didn’t even know his name but he was gorgeous! Even with the shades. He had light-ish brown hair with hints of dark brown throughout; his hair was short but not short short and curly. He was really tall as well. I was tall at 5”8 and he was taller than me…Bonus! And oddly familiar….
Two minutes later and the mystery guy came and handed me my drink back before sitting down next to me.
“So what’s your name” He asked with a smile as he runs his hand through his hair. “Your obviously having some knee problems but what happened?” he questioned with a cheeky smile.
The motion pulled something deep inside me, a sense of deja vu hitting me like a tonne of bricks. I’d seen him do that before! I knew I had! But where? When? I thought I recognised his voice! He obviously didn’t remember me if we had met and I’d certainly have remembered somebody as beautiful as him, even with shades on! So why did I have an uncertain feeling in my stomach that told me I had met him before. And why did that feeling leave me uneasy?
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Short Chapter there for you buuuut Hello Andy Brownnnnn!!
Ooooooo does she know him from somewhere?
If so where? And why does he not recognise her? or does he?
Why does she have a suspicious feeling in her stomach? And what will the feeling lead to?
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