Patsy Mount and Delia Busby

Dear Father

Patsy's POV:

Waking up to the thought of Delia, it is ever so lovely. It makes me want to fall back asleep when in reality I can't because my father needs me. Especially today, he has a nurse come to the house every two days to check up on him but he doesn't need that because I'm fully trained in this sort of stuff. He doesn't think I'm capable enough I suspect, I mean I'm more than capable I just haven't really done that in a few days, It comes naturally now.

I sit up on my bed, Stretching my arms out. I walk to the mirror and wipe the sleep from my eyes and walk out the door in my striped Pyjamas, as I'm halfway down the stairs Peter walks to the bottom "Patience, Hurry your father help!" He says while signaling into the sitting room. As I walk in I see my father fitting, it isn't a sight I wanted to see but I had to act on my toes. "Peter! quick help me lift him on the floor" I grab a pillow off the armchair and place it under his head as I and Peter lay him on his side on the floor. It is a struggle to hold him there in one place while he is fitting but I use all of my strength to keep him there until he stops. "Peter, please call his nurse. I will need her all her notes, Tell her to come here as soon as possible please." I say while pressing my father against the chair. "Okay miss, I will do it this second" I smile at him.

I hear the post box, I shout to Peter "Could you bring the post in please Peter?" as I wait for him to bring the post, my father wakes, "Good morning father" I give him a lovely smile with my hand on his face, "Good morning Darling, I am awfully sorry for this fuss." he looks at me in glum. "Father its okay, that's what I'm here for," I look at him with a reassuring stare. Peter walks in and bends down to help him up with me, we sit him on the armchair and Peter passes me a letter, "Here you are miss," "Thank you, Peter, Excuse me father I will be back." I open it as I walk to the Dining room, It's from Delia it reads...

'Patsy Darling,

There are a few things I wanted to say but one or two of them shouldn't be through words, Post is arriving today so I will ring you when your free I will call a few times to check but one thing I did want to say is my training is going brilliantly, Sister Julienne did take me out on a few home calls also there are some flats I've been looking at and this time we could actually have one together and not get interrupted, everything else is brilliant, as good as it can be without you anyways. Trixie has been asking questions about your 'Brunette' man on the go, Sounded a lot like this person her name Is Delia Busby, have you heard of her? haha. I also told her about this Gorgeous redhead that I'm so madly in love with and I didn't hint it was a man either it was ever so lovely just getting it off my chest to someone... and someone else but that's a whole new topic that we will talk about.  

How is your Father Pats? I hope he is all well, I could come there if you wanted, I mean if you don't want to come home I understand, I will telephone you soon my love.

We will talk more on the telephone later today

Love Delia'

I hope she does call, I miss her so badly. Even that Welsh accent of hers, It would be ever so lovely to feel her touch even in my hand with all this gloom around me it wouldn't be so bad... her here she could help out but that would be selfish of me to even consider it. I just wish I kissed her there and then! I wish i never left to be completely honest. I walk back into the sitting room to see my father, "I'm back dad, how are you feeling?" I say with a tone of upset in my voice. "I'm... Fine darling" he says taking big breaths " I am perfect." Giving me a little smile, "Great, father I'm going into town for a little while, I'm here so I may and well see the sights while I am." "Be safe, It has changed here since you were a little girl, bear in mind." I giggle "Okay father." I walk up stairs and Peter walks out of the upstairs Lavatory, "Miss Mount, I need to have a little talk with you," he says in a concerning tone. "Yes, what's wrong Peter? is it father?" "I'm afraid so, I had a word with his nurse and she said she had a look at his most recent x-ray scans." My heart rate increases rapidly. "Miss mount, Your father, Mister Mount has a Tumor on his brain." He says with a tear in his eye, "Patsy he only has a couple of days left, I'm so sorry." I start crying, Ignoring Peters apology, walking away into my room. I sit on the bed staring into the wall until I Lie down and start crying.