Katerina

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"What do you think happened to her?" I said to Kathryn, who was now sitting with me. I put a bookmark in my book and looked at her. "What do you think happened to who Benjamin?" She asked sensitively. I got shivers as I thought about her. "Katerina, Christiana's sister. Do you think she's dead?" Kathryn shrugged. "Probably. But she was never found. She probably managed to survive a few days because the crash wouldn't have killed her, it wasn't too bad compared to some. But she's probably gone." I swallowed, I wondered if it had dawned on Chrissie yet. "I want to find her." I said. Kathryn looked shocked and almost choked on her cup of tea she was finishing. "What do you mean? You can't go back there!" I nodded and looked her in the eyes. "I want to find Kat, think about it, what if she's still alive out there, starving. I mean there's a very high chance she is dead by now but there's still a small chance someone found her and took her in. I want to find her again. And I will. Once I'm well again." She looked at me disapprovingly, she obviously didn't like my plan. "I'm sorry, Benjamin... But I don't think that will be appropriate. If you want to create a memorial or gravestone of some sort for Katerina, I think that would be lovely. But searching for her won't be okay with us." My heart fell into my stomach, how could we go on without Kat, she was always the life and soul of well... everything. "You ok?" I looked at Kathryn. "No." I felt like I was going to cry and I think it was obvious. She sighed and suddeny looked like she was about to tell a story or something, but she didn't "it's always hard" she said, then suddenly sprung into action. She stood up and dusted off her clothes. "I was thinking that tomorrow we could get you up and about without a chair" to be perfectly honest, I didn't particularly want to get up again, the treatment in hospital was amazing, good food, the nurse buttons and the nurses and doctors who'd get you anything you wanted an more. But I guess I had to get up at some point, and it might as well have been then than any other time. "Okay, nurse... Kathryn, or whatever can I ask you something?" Kathryn nodded and walked over to the other side of the room to get herself a drink. "Of course you can... Do you want a drink?" I shook my head and sat up straight. "Where am I?" I asked. Kathryn laughed and almost spat out her water, she had placed a glass full of water at my bedside anyway. "You wouldn't know it, it's a small town. But we're near the sea if you go west, but if you go east there's a rather dodgy area. Lots of high rise buildings, I heard that boys there get into gangs from the age of 12 at the youngest." I raised my eyebrows, I was sort of shocked, "but you don't need to go there. All you need to know is that we're still in England." I nodded "mkai" I looked up at the ceiling "where did the plane crash?" I asked her she frowned and picked up my file "north of here, about 10 miles actually, but this is the nearest surgery. There was a big ambulance attack on the area of the crash landing and fortunately you were one of the first to be rushed here, both you and Christiana, if you hadn't have been you could have been suffering ere for over half an hour. And that would have ended with some disastrous consequences." I looked down at my bed sheets. "Did some people not make it them... Because of me?" I asked, she looked empathetic, she could tell I was hurting because some people hadn't made it. "We saved everyone we found, and most of them are out of the hospital now. But plenty of passengers were not found. Like young Katerina." I heard the sound of a siren blowing in with the wind through my small open window. A police car? An ambulance? A fire engine? I didn't know, but I didn't like sirens, it always meant something bad had happened. The sound of them reminded me of traffic jams, when your stuck and floods of ambulances and squad cars and fire trucks whizz past. You know that someone is hurt. It was also hailing outside, very miserable weather. "Kathryn... How long have I been here?" She was flicking through my files aimlessly. "I'm not entirely sure, about 28 days or so... You're asking a lot of questions today." I shrugged. "Can't help it, there's a lot on my mind."  The hail outside was slowly turning into rain, I wasn't close enough to the window to watch two dribbles of rain race down the window, I could only see distorted shapes and colours outside of the window.

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