A chance encounter 5/7

By Drum Digital
04 June 2014

A good nurse should never get emotionally involved with her patients

Nigel was the town I was born in. Mama had told me that much. I wondered if this old lady knew the woman who had given birth to me.

The ward was suddenly swimming around me. Inside I was feeling hot, fiery hot, but the perspiration on my hands was cold and clammy. In the quiet of the afternoon a voice called out and the sound echoed through my brain like the far distant sound of a ship’s horn.

“Nurse! Are you all right?” “Yes. I’m fine, Sister,” I assured her. I didn’t want her thinking I was getting all emotional again.

“I think it’s time you had a break, Nurse. You’ve been working flat out all day. You finish up here and I’ll make us both a nice pot of tea. I’ve got a packet of chocolate biscuits as well. I think we both need a sugar fix.”

After I tidied up, I stood looking down

I was searching her face for some feature I thought I might recognise, but of course there was nothing. I had never set eyes on this woman until now. The following morning I waited until the ward was quiet.

Sister was in her office writing up the reports. I was still the only nurse on duty. I went over to Mrs Tsila’s bed. I smiled at her, and she smiled back.

“are you all right? Is there anything I can do for you?”

She looked me over.

“There’s something familiar about you,” she said softly. “I feel as if I know you.”

To be continued.....

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