THOSE AWAKE...

By Tessa Harvey


"Well now then," he boomed in what was for him a sonic whisper, "arguing with truck drivers, are you?" 
    Despite her tension, Yvonne laughed. "I'm not the patient! Err.....Imelda. Sorry, just getting to know her name." She turned to gesture towards the older lady, but then paused in shock. Imelda lay white and still.
    Immediately, despite his girth, the doctor was by her side, checking his patient. The twinkle had gone. "Call the ambulance, Grayson," the man called authoritatively.
    Imelda awoke to white walls and curtains of a vague cream colour around the bed. Her arm was tightly bound, strapped in a sling. She tried to move her head and felt nauseating pain.
    Sickness was despicable. Imelda felt ashamed. The bed was stained, she had been unable to move to the side of the bed. The smell made her feel worse and tears of weakness and pain poured down her cheeks.


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