Me & Her

Her

It's typical that she's unaware. That's the idea. If she knows about my little midnight adventure, she won't be too pleased. I don't know why she's so touchy about murder. It isn't murder when it's well-deserved. The other me has no clue what happened three years ago, so I won't be accepting any anti-murder memos. She is still so naïve. Not like that's much of a change.

We are being wheeled through chaos personified. People in blue and green scrubs are scurrying left, right and centre, with a speckling of police uniforms to add texture. Oops. I didn't expect to attract this much attention on my first day back, I must say. I've still got it. Separating our memories was also a nice touch, as well as making her weak as a kitten. I didn't have to do much there. That whole escapade took a lot of me, us. For a tiny little Nurse, she wriggled like there was no tomorrow. Well, for her, I guess there was no tomorrow. But still, like I said, she deserved it. After all, what kind of Nurse carries a firearm in their scrubs?

Our Mother wheels us to where the Doc' is yelling; he points further down the hall. I love wheelchairs. They're quite fun if you get someone to push you around really, really fast. I might have... It doesn't matter.

The other me isn't speaking, she's just listening in fear to the wails of the police sirens and the shouts and screams from the other patients. Being stuck in here is not as much fun as it sounds. It's like being plastered to a glass partition, having no room to break it and no weapon to try. Everything's going to change though. That's something both of us, whether my other self knows it or not, can count on. 

Finally, we reach our new ward.