I can manage the impossible. great (Mi's story)

I can manage the impossible. great

Esmee said nothing more as she drove me and my new plaster cast back to the unit and dropped me off through the door while she swiped her key to get into the office. I had seemed to of pushed her to far and she seemed cold and off with me.

“I really am sorry Esmee.” I moaned at the office door as it clicked shut behind her. I hated being responsible for her being so late home, she had a husband and a daughter not to mention a new foster son and there she was spending so much time with me and worse of all I was now sure she hated me for it.

My feet felt heavy as I walked up the stairs towards my bedroom trying to make my body invisible as I was fully aware the last time every one saw me I fainted in front of them all because they threw me a birthday party.

“Boo!”

“Good God summer.” I shouted Jumping out of my own skin.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m just glad to see you. I was coming here expecting you to show me around and it takes you nearly three weeks to get back here.”

“Not my choice trust me.” I moaned more to my self then to Summer as I recalculated in my head the amount of nurses I had actually managed to piss off and alienate in that damn three weeks. What hurt the most was it seemed Esmee was the latest person to add to that list and with her I was sure to lose Emmet as well. I could almost feel my heart crumple inside of me as I thought about surviving apple gate house with out them.

“Come on lets go to my room I am in the room right next to yours for the time being. I think it’s wired how they give all the rooms names. I mean what the hell I am in Love! I have actually said that to my Nan when she called up. I am in love. She thought I was insane! There again she was under that impression any was my psychiatrist told her and I quote. “Apple gat house is like your modern day insane asylum!” I mean what the hell what did he think she was going to think. I am still trying to convince her that I am not looked up in a padded sell in a straight jacket.

I tried to block Summers constant chatting out of my all ready buzzing head. It had been more then a long day and the effects of the sedative still swam around in my brain. I liked Summer but she had the habit of talking far to much I assumed it was a nervous thing.

“So how have you got on then Summer.” I asked so I could cut the noise of her hyper monolog as I was herded into love. Not surprisingly it was the same setup as all of the rooms apart from this one was a mustered yellow colour. She had defiantly lost on the NHS colour board lottery.

“It’s been OK. I suppose.” Summer said going over to her bed and sitting down. Her bed still had the filmier NHS hospital sheet and blanket setup instead of a duvet. I shivered I was far to familiar with this set up at the moment.

“I am not sure about the whole red level observation though.” Summer said shivering. And that was about right that was the only real reaction any one could give about red level observations. So I shivered to in response too.

“What about the staff? You got any one you get on with?” I asked sliding down the wall and sitting down on the floor. Yes Summer did talk to much but her mindless babbling seemed to be soothing my buzzing head the more in infiltrated into my brain tha tor I had become immune it all ready.

“What apart from the obvious two?” Summer asked laughing while throwing a pillow across the floor for me to sit on.

“Who are they?”

“Oh come on Emmet and Esmee are total sweeties of course. Who couldn’t get on with them.”

“I don’t know.” I said smiling even though my eyes filled with tears and my voice cracked. “I think I have done a pretty good job of pissing them off too.”

“Aww don’t cry Mi. I am sure that isn’t the case. I don’t think Emmet and Esmee could get mad at any one.” Summer said springing off of her bed and coming over to where I was sitting.

What she said was why the situation was all so sad though. Before today I too would of thought it was impossible to piss of Esmee but some how I managed it. Sometimes it wasn’t all the great to do the impossible.