curiousity killed cat

waking up

my hand aches as soon as I pick up the pen. my wrist pulses with piercing agony. I click the pen. memories flicker through my mind. A shadowy figure looming over my seizuring body. the piano. fear pulses through my veins. the tips of my fizz with each beat of my heart.

I regain consciousness to a squealing heart rate monitor and a different nurse leaning over me. she's got jet black hair and olive skin. she's slightly fat and looks like a mother figure

“Who are you ? ” I whisper still dazed from my fainting episode.

the nurse turns around. her big brown eyes glistening in the painfully bright. “ oh dearie me the sleeping beauty wakes up.” the woman says sarcastically.

I huff I am not impressed. barely letting my lips curl into a vague smile . “ who are you anyway? you aren't my nurse." I say with teenage sassiness. stretching my arm weakly for the nurse assistance button.

“ I'm nurse Ripley, dearie you don't need to press the assistance button I'm no threat. relax dearie I'm the nurse this weekend. nurse Angels is away on Friday mornings and Sundays." she smiles with incredible likeliness to the fat policeman who I had a brief unlucky encounter with.

“ Ripley ? L L ike pc Ripley ” I whisper still silently pondering how a fat policeman with dandruff powdering his broad shoulders and receeding hairline could have the luck to be anything to do with the pretty warm motherly figure stood in front of me.

“ yes PC Ripley is my husband, it's not his fault he has a bad temper and looks much older than he is he's had a hard life. he's lovely when you get to know him. we have five whole kids together ; Tessa the oldest is twenty and has a job as an junior accountant in London and is expectant mother, Bobby is seventeen and he a goth he has his own alternative band, who are dreaming of heading to big stages one day, then there's Lilith whose fifteen probably the same age as you who has won a scholarship to a prestigious English literature school in Canada, there is little Johnny who is eleven and a half who is practicing dedicatedly trying to win his way into professional football as most boys his age do and of course baby Robert my most recently born. " the nurse gabbles clearly now reminded of her eagerness to get home.

I huff worn out by merely listening to the endless story of the interesting woman caring for me at the end of my bed.

she smiles sympatheticly. seeing my urge to sleep. “ dear if you want to sleep I can be quiet . you need your strength to get out of here perhaps you will get to see my kids sometime.”

and with that the nurse dims the blinding light and I close my eyes and wrestle with the hospital regulation duvet