Everything We Had
Everything we had.
Gerry's POV
I listen as the machines go into overdrive, the noises whirling in my head and I stumble out of the room in a daze, I cant even bear to look at Michael, he's still in there holding onto her body, I hear him mumbling, I love you too, I don’t know what I’ve done, I don’t know what to do, I just stumble aimlessly around the hospital, a doctor I recognize is walking past and she smiles at me.
"Gerry right?" says the doctor
I nod unable to form words in my mouth, unable to think straight my mind whirling contemplating what I have just done.
"I'm Doctor Mills, Stacey Mills, I'm in charge of your friend, Nicola, I'm leading the investigation into her well-being" the doctor extends her hand, and I just stare at it, she retracts it and carries on speaking in the same upbeat mannerism, something about test results and meaningless numbers. I zone out and think about this women, she knows nothing about what has happened, knows nothing of the nurses and doctors running in and out of the room, just down the hall. She carries on talking about medical records, and unimportant facts, and I survey her, she is a young doctor, just older than me and Nicola she has brown hair cut shortish, and she looks very professional for her age, she has a clip board, and has a lab coat that’s way to big for her, swamping her body, so it is impossible to see what she really looks like.
"..... So overall, I think that in a few months time she will have made quite a recovery, maybe even the use of her speech and arms, although it will take longer for her legs to recovers, she will be able to move around in a wheelchair." the doctor finished smiling up at me.
"What?" I managed to mumble
"Nicola? Recover?" I tried again to make sense but I couldn’t
"Yes, your friend should make a slight recovery soon, and maybe in the next few weeks have her use of voice back, and in a couple of months she will hopefully be able to move again. Isn’t that delightful news?" said the Doctor grinning widely.
The tears ran down my face, her words going straight to my heart, recovery, in weeks, months, what had I done, she was going to be fine, and I had killed her, I walked back past the room and straight out of the doors to the exit of the hospital. I could hear the faint beeping of the machines and the movement of the nurses. I had killed my friend and she wasn't even ill she was going to be fine, I broke down out side the hospital, trying to wake up, trying to get out of this nightmare. And I couldn't no matter how many times I blinked I couldn't wake up. I passed out on the floor hitting the concrete heavily, the same question resounding in my head, what had I done?
I listen as the machines go into overdrive, the noises whirling in my head and I stumble out of the room in a daze, I cant even bear to look at Michael, he's still in there holding onto her body, I hear him mumbling, I love you too, I don’t know what I’ve done, I don’t know what to do, I just stumble aimlessly around the hospital, a doctor I recognize is walking past and she smiles at me.
"Gerry right?" says the doctor
I nod unable to form words in my mouth, unable to think straight my mind whirling contemplating what I have just done.
"I'm Doctor Mills, Stacey Mills, I'm in charge of your friend, Nicola, I'm leading the investigation into her well-being" the doctor extends her hand, and I just stare at it, she retracts it and carries on speaking in the same upbeat mannerism, something about test results and meaningless numbers. I zone out and think about this women, she knows nothing about what has happened, knows nothing of the nurses and doctors running in and out of the room, just down the hall. She carries on talking about medical records, and unimportant facts, and I survey her, she is a young doctor, just older than me and Nicola she has brown hair cut shortish, and she looks very professional for her age, she has a clip board, and has a lab coat that’s way to big for her, swamping her body, so it is impossible to see what she really looks like.
"..... So overall, I think that in a few months time she will have made quite a recovery, maybe even the use of her speech and arms, although it will take longer for her legs to recovers, she will be able to move around in a wheelchair." the doctor finished smiling up at me.
"What?" I managed to mumble
"Nicola? Recover?" I tried again to make sense but I couldn’t
"Yes, your friend should make a slight recovery soon, and maybe in the next few weeks have her use of voice back, and in a couple of months she will hopefully be able to move again. Isn’t that delightful news?" said the Doctor grinning widely.
The tears ran down my face, her words going straight to my heart, recovery, in weeks, months, what had I done, she was going to be fine, and I had killed her, I walked back past the room and straight out of the doors to the exit of the hospital. I could hear the faint beeping of the machines and the movement of the nurses. I had killed my friend and she wasn't even ill she was going to be fine, I broke down out side the hospital, trying to wake up, trying to get out of this nightmare. And I couldn't no matter how many times I blinked I couldn't wake up. I passed out on the floor hitting the concrete heavily, the same question resounding in my head, what had I done?
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Thanks for reading anyway.