Mrs. Elaine is from France. She used to work in a pastry shop right off the streets of Paris. Her daughter rarely comes to visit from overseas. She misses her daughter dearly.
She resides in room 151. She's very forgetful, and bleeds very easily. I often help her with her bandages and pills.
"Oh, ma fifille, don't worry about those. Someone else will come to help. Un moment de repos, please."
I continue to un-wrap her bloodied gauze with care, moving slightly to show her a gentle smile.
"I don't mind, maman, really. Let me take care of you."
I hear a contented sigh escape the old woman's lips. She gently pats my back with her other arm.
"You're such a sweet girl, Estée," She hums, her voice growing quieter. She must be beginning her usual afternoon nap. "I'm such a lucky mother..."
Mrs. Elaine is not from France. She's lived here in this very town her entire life. Her daughter left her many, many years ago. She never visits.
She misses her daughter dearly.
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Mercy
Teen FictionFollow Sarah Blackwood's experiences and interactions with the patients of Mercy Hospital and Rehabilitation Center for the Mentally Afflicted. Meet the patients, hear their stories, learn some character histories and perhaps learn some darker secr...
