Back to the gate (Mi' side)

Back to the gate

I was moved out of the ICU two days after Esmee came back and then spent a further two inhumanly boring weeks in a side ward of the skylight unit. I counted every damn ceiling tile, every mottled dot on the lino floor and every beat of the second hand on the clock. Emmet and Esmee still spent a lot of time with me and every so often a member of staff from the unit would come in or use the phone to see if I was feeling OK and to check on my progress and last but not least I had received at least one visit from three different consultant psychiatrist and plenty more form Doctor Jordan who now wrote in a jotter pad that he used especially for me, I didn’t know weather I should of felt honoured by it or slightly nauseous.

It was on day 13 hour 13 and with 1113 clicks of the second hand counted Doctor Jordan entered my room for the third time that day and clapped his hands with a big smile on his face announcing that every one agreed that physically and mentally I was ready to go back to the unit.

“When?” I asked not giving him not giving him the happiness he was expecting from such a statement, in fact I didn’t really pay much attention to him at all but to the little white patient line TV that hung over the bed. There was nothing on that interested me in the slightest but Dr. Jordan and his announcements interested me even less, he would do what he wanted weather I liked it on not and there was nothing I could do about it or stop him making the television the most relatable object in the room.

“As soon as you’re ready to go, you have been discharged and I’m going to give you a lift back the unit. I understand your return has gone down very well with Bella, summer and even with Connor it seems; the staff have said they haven’t heard him talk so much in all his time there.

“Connor?” I asked surprised at the mention of his name, I new him but not well, in fact we had never talked at all from what I recalled, he mostly just stared at me studying every detail of me with his deep chocolate eyes not even bothering to look away when our eyes briefly meet each others and locked there for a while, a certain fascination keeping them glued to each other however I still hadn’t managed to work out if he was trying to talk to me telepathically or kill me….

“Wait!” I shouted shaking my self out of the trance of wander the thought of Conner had set me into as another more important part of the sentence infiltrated me. “Bella was being discharged three days ago, she told me other the phone, why hasn’t she left yet?” I questioned wondering what had unfolded to keep her there; whatever it was I new that it couldn’t of been anything good.

“You know I’m not aloud to tell you that Mi, but as soon as you get your self ready I can take you back and you can ask her you’re self.”

“I am ready.” I said getting to my feet slipping and slipping my back pumps on over my feet before heaving the bag of clothes and books onto the bed wincing slightly as I caught sight of the angry raised barely healed scar on the back of my wrist.

“Well anyone would think you couldn’t wait to get back to the unit Mi.” Doctor Jordan smiled taking the bag for the bed and throwing to over his shoulder.”

“No,” I corrected shooting down any glory he might of felt, he wasn’t doing me any favours returning me to apple gate and he didn’t really care because to him I was just a piece of luggage he could put any where he wanted. “I have just learnt that arguing with you is like arguing with my reflection, I will always lose, so I just can’t be bothered any more.”