Trixies POV
I was sat with patsy in the hospital all night, they let me in to her room after a few hours, she was connected to so many wires and her arms were bandaged up to her elbows. I too the seat next to her and took hold of her hand, although unconscious I knew she knew I was there, as well as the half a dozen hospital staff rushing around her. So much more overwhelming than any home visit that we were used to.
She seemed calm in her sleep although I knew her mind was busy, it always was. Patsy always had something or other to do. She'd been having such a hard time I couldn't bare to think of how she felt and what had brought her to this. I was worrying for her to awake because I didn't quite know what to say, patsy normally led conversations, she was always quite authoritative and knew how to get things done the way she liked.
I looked over her frail body for hours, the doctors coming and going every half an hour for observations, the others at nonnatus were yet to visit. They were all on rounds or working, and poor Delia was still in the hospital herself.
All of a sudden, it's like the air in the room changed, patsys heart machine started going crazy and doctors filled into the room and around her, I didn't know what was happening. I was pushed away but I refused to leave the room. I refused to leave her.
I could see her chest rising and deflating abnormally fast and I heard broken whispers of the Doctors. "She's in panic mode......attack......call upstairs....now....she's waking up"
"Waking up?
She can't be, not yet. Can she?" I say. They didn't expect me to hear.
"Yes dear, she's going to need you, are you a friend?" A kind nurse said.
"Yes, we share a room" I say
"That's good, wait there" she indicates a place for me to stand while she attends to a doctor at patsys side. Another nurse walks to the phone on the other side of the room, I can't hear her conversation but I'm guessing it's "upstairs" whatever that means.
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Patsy's POV
I could feel my self regaining consciousness. I fought with it, I didn't want to come back. I didn't want to live or face up to what I'd done.
I couldn't breathe and it was hurting so much, this isn't how I remember living to be. I felt someone cover my mouth and nose with a mask which was blowing air at me, the speed was intense and at first wasn't helping me in this panic.
My eyes crashed open. The room so bright with white lights, and of all the sounds and people talking to me, at me. I still heard the gasp of trixies cry from across the room. I pointed to her and seconds later her small petite frame and Familiar face were over me. I lifted my hand up in to the air and she took it. I was scared but no longer alone.
