“Honestly speaking, I have come to enjoy the smell of hospitals. It’s one of the only places where I can wear just a gown and my undies and not be judged.” he said to his nurse.
Albert Barry Edgar lay on his bed, blanket covering his body from chest to toes. He had familiarised himself with the smell of hospitals not so long ago, it was nothing new to him now.
“You still have to take your meds, Mr Edgar. No running away from that.” said his nurse, Margaret.
“Do I look like I can still run, honey?” smirking a little while he said it.
Albert could walk pretty well, jog if he tried but he could barely run. It was one of the things that came along with old age.
“Margaret, do me a favour and tell me the date. How long left?”
“It’s the 20th, Mr Edgar. I’m running late, I’ve got to pick my kids up from school.”
“You go ahead, thank for the company. Say hi to your kids for me.”
“Will do, Mr Edgar. You get some rest now.”
There went the only person who visited Albert that day other than his doctor.
“You don’t mind if I tell you the story again, do you?”
YOU ARE READING
As I Lay There
Short StoryWhat if you could relive your memories, both good and bad?
