Not Yet

7 | 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕂𝕖𝕪

Another trite day passed, with me still in the hospital. Right now, I was composing a journal – writing down all the memories before they are forgotten:

1st of November

I'm stuck in this cold hospital with the blaming white lights pulsing hard. My eyes are beginning to adjust to the room since yesterday. The nurses here are compassionate, but they are impatient with me. For they have other patients who are suffering far greater than me. 

There's this nurse, Chloe Walker, who's too cruel and mean. For she would score me for being so inept — is the Lady of The Bushes becoming a reality. Because Nurse Chloe is such a mere mirror of the lady.

Her words were like daggers, that I felt my back convulsed with such pain. Too uncontrollable that I would cry out in agony. Nurse Chloe would tend me, then after scold me once more for being incapable of learning that "I shouldn't be moving that much." Her exact words.

However, I haven't moved an inch.

And Billie left today, so I'm stuck in this endless cycle of being bored, tended to, and then back to being bored again.

Abruptly, a knocked on the door snapped me from my page, and I glanced up with dread. Who could it be? Nurse Chloe Walker?

"Come in," I said.

And came two people, Matt with his girlfriend, Sophia. Of course, they are inseparable, a love so profound that they are endlessly together. Sophia ran to my side, and gave a warm hug. She slipped a box into my hands. Matt went to the end of my hospital bed, and watched me.

"Hi Liam, how are you feeling?" he asked with his irritable accent again.

"I'm going good. Thanks Matt," I stopped and then resumed, "You know it isn't your fault, look the accident isn't anything that worse."

He nodded and gulped, "I know Liam. But what could had happened... you wound't know. I can't take risks like that."

The risks, there's that word again.

"Oh Matt, you're being too hard on yourself," Sophia empathised.

"Anyways I picked up something that fell of your pocket when the incident occurred," he said and walked over to me.

I placed Sophia's box onto my table, and let Matt slide a small item into my hands. I gave a good examination of it, and a fuzzy feeling danced in my stomach. It was a small, bronze key. Rusted on some sides. I don't recollect having this key with me, but I know that it was crucial that I kept it.

"Thank you Matt," I said.

"Now open my gift," Sophia interrupted as she picked the box from the table and passed it over to me.

"You're so persistent Sophia," Matt pointed out.

She ignored him and watched me as I opened the box. Inside revealed, two books, a black cap and a new, logo t-shirt.

"You shouldn't have, but thank you, really," I smiled as I picked up both the books, "You guys are all pampering me, I really couldn't ask for better friends."

"I knew you loved reading thrillers and crime fiction, so I found some for you."

Suddenly, heavy footsteps walked in. A voice of medical importance and an indelicate tone objurgated us, "Visitors, you must leave for I must handle with the disabled."

"But Nurse Chloe... can't they stay for longer?" I begged.

"No, Liam. They cannot, I strictly forbid it. Anyway it is 5pm," she sharply snapped, "You must go out. Now. Shoo. Shoo."