The Day Shelley Woodhouse Woke Up by Laura Pearson EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Laura Pearson
- Language: English
- Genre: Friendship Fiction
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There’s light, soft whirrs and squeaking sounds. The drag of a curtain
pulled across. I’m flat on my back, in bed. Not my bed. Not my home. And
then back to darkness.
A series of beeps, light pressure on my arm, the scratch of Velcro. I
don’t know where I am. I look up, to a ceiling of square tiles with stained
patches. My bed’s metal frame, the sheets white and crisp.
The smell of vegetables boiled for too long, a steady click-clack of
shoes on tiled flooring. A touch on my arm, skin on skin.
Hospital. But why? I rake through my memories. The pub, the flat,
David. My mind catches on David’s name like a jumper snagged on a metal
fence. But it’s too hard to think about it. I fade out.
My eyes are open, and there’s a middle-aged woman standing in front of
me.
‘Shelley?’ she asks. ‘Do you know where you are?’
‘Hospital,’ I try to say, but no sound comes out.
‘Don’t worry about that, Shelley. It might take a while for you to speak
again. You’ve had a tube down your throat. You’re in the hospital. You were
involved in an accident.’
I open my mouth, try to speak again. Try to ask for water.
‘Try not to worry about anything. I’m Angela, and I’ll be looking after
you during the days while you’re in Intensive Care. It’s one nurse per
patient in here, so you get special treatment.’
Intensive Care? I’ve never been inside an Intensive Care unit before.
They are for the people who are really ill, the ones who might not get better.
Am I one of those people?
I look around to find a window but all I see are other beds, other people
being kept alive. Tubes and wires snaking over skin and sheets.
‘I’ll leave you to wake up slowly,’ she says, and bustles away.
I take in the surroundings. Six beds, too far apart for us to speak to each
other. I’m on the far end, away from the nurses’ station. A couple of the
patients have someone sat beside them, holding their hand. None of them
look to be in good shape.
I can feel sleep creeping up on me, and for a moment I try to fight it, but
it’s too strong.
Later, Angela passes by, and when she glances at me, I speak.
‘What day is it?’ It comes out as a croak, but I’m so relieved to have my
voice back that I don’t care.
‘It’s Tuesday, love.’
It doesn’t really tell me anything. The last thing I can remember is
Saturday, but have I lost days or weeks?
‘How are you feeling?’ she asks.
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