The Edge of Honour

Chapter 47

Morgan's POV:

Once again, I woke up to find Lucile the nurse checking all my stats and jotting them down on her various charts.

"I am so sorry to have woken you Jamie. I did not mean to." She continued to press her thumb against my pulse, continuing the number of times that the blood pulsed through my wrist as she spoke.

"Don't worry, it's about time anyway," I replied. The clock above me showed that it was already past midday. I had slept for over twelve hours. I wondered if my body would appreciate the extra sleep or be more tired as a result of it.

Once she had finished filling in all the blanks in her notes, she fluffed my pillows and refilled my glass of water. She wanted to assure that I was extra comfy. I was beginning to feel better. I felt much stronger than I had the previous day. I wondered how long it could be until I could leave, although I had no idea where I would go to.

"Jamie, I've been assigned to some other patients today since your stats have improved so drastically. I'm going to be gone for a couple of hours. The doctor won't be around either today as he is working in a different ward today. However, if you need me for any reason just press the buzzer." She pointed to the red button directly above my bed and my mind immediately flashed back to when I had last used it. I had been in extreme pain then. Now, I felt like my insides were beginning to heal at last. I finally had hope and almost complete certainty that I could make it.

"Of course Lucile. I think I'll be okay though," I replied gratefully.

"Are you sure you are okay with me leaving? Remember ring the bell even if it is just to fix your pillows." She was still fuzzing over me as she left through the door. I wondered if the guards on the other side would take it as another opportunity to question me- I hoped not. I was feeling better, but I had no desire to be subjected to another interrogation, especially by the man.

Finally, I was alone. The room was silent except for the ticking of the clock and the low hum of the machines beside me. Thankfully, they were much quieter today- there was no frantic beeping. I noticed the notebook on my bedside locker and eagerly picked up. I spent a short time looking over the notes. My head felt a lot clearly today.

I barely noticed as I continued on with my notes. The information was being extracted from somewhere deep inside my brain, my subconscious. Although, I did not seem to be acutely aware of my thoughts, the pen did as my hand effortlessly dragged it across the page. There was an important memory about some kind of plane, but it seemed smaller. I remembered a words and a sun which changed to rain quicker than it should have. I wondered if the snippets of information or maybe even memories would ever begin to make sense to me again. I could only hope as I allowed my hand to make it's way across the page.

I become absorbed into the world inside my head. A world which could be comprised of either my own history or my imagination. I could no longer tell the difference, the two had merged into one.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang. It caused me to jump slightly which led to a lot of pain radiating through my tender body. I considered pressing the alarm to summon the nurse to my side, but I realised that she other patients who required her help. Her job was not solely caring for me. I thought I could hear shouts on the other side of the door, but I could not be certain. I convinced myself that it was just my imagination playing tricks on me once more.

However, I watched in horror as the door handle lowered. A man entered. He was dressed in a black tracksuit pants and a light blue tshirt. He had lightly spiked brown hair and blue eyes that instantly reminded me of a Summer's day. I felt like I knew the man somehow, but nothing clicked inside my brain.