Rufus wanted nothing more than to pace the floor, but being bed bound and advised against any strenuous activity, he could do nothing. Instead he just mimicked the movement, which was part of his physiotherapy anyway, and wished he could have a smoke. 'Suppose this could be a good opportunity to give up, though,’ he thought, resigning himself to not smoking, ‘meh, I still wanna smoke. Stressed out here!’“Hey Roof, I’m bac...
Amy said nothing, just stood there smiling at Rufus. A nurse came along and fussed over Rufus.“Rufus, look at me, don’t move too much. You’ve got three broken ribs and a fractured pelvis, if you move suddenly, you could be really hurt,” the nurse told him.Rufus burbled, trying to get the words, but still too out of it to make any sense. ‘Why is Amy here?’ he thought.“A doctor will be by soon.” The nurse smiled sweetly.Ruf...
Cynthia sat by Rufus’s bedside. She was scared. She’d only just met him and now he was lying there in that hospital bed, tubes coming from him and his breathing assisted by a machine. It was just precaution, they said, but Cynthia and Mrs Hatfield still couldn’t help feeling scared by the sheer amount of equipment attached to him. Cynthia couldn’t bear the thought of losing her Rufus. The doctors had knocked him out in an...
"And the shadow of the day will embrace the world in grey and the sun will set for you..." ~Linkin Park, Shadow of the Day. The hospital walls, They surround her, all white, no color, all pain. The smell of death lingers in the sheets in the pillows in the air She can't escape fast enough But there was a reason she was there, to say something of love to help someone along to say goodbye To a life she'd known.
She feels her heart drop through her stomach and out the other end. It has crashed to the floor and popped and now the blood gushes around her in a big lake of cherry kool-aid. Her eyes feel as if they roll back into her head and will never come back to the front- there is only pitch black in her vision. Her arms and legs shake, causing her to lean on the wall in order to not fall into her own blood. But she opens her eye...
A WISP OF BREATH The image is stark yet dreadful. The bristled leaves scatter across the pavement, looking old and used, reminding me of a corpse - shriveled to the very end until there is almost nothing left except for a few wisp of brown and the very core of the things themselves. The woods are just to my left. There tree's cast an eerie scene across the stone path, their naked branches reaching across the park's edge,...
If there was one thing that Nell hated more than anything, more than taxes, more than bridge tolls, more than wet socks and rain-sloshed shoes, morethan garbage skips on a hot day and lumped milk and vegans who can't go anywhere to eat without customising everything on the menu... more than spineless parents and people who talk through films and eat too loudly and Facebook, more than snobbery... if there was one thing, ab...
A weight-lifting phlebotomist Russell,had a humongous bicep muscle.A vein he would graband then give a hard stab.Often he and the patient would tussle.A young gastro doctor named Nate,could never get a second dinner date.He just could not stoprattling on about shop.The ladies hardly ever ate.An anesthesiologist named Fred,had a fetish about loving the dead.He’d bring home a datewhen the evening was lateand put her to slee...
The View By Tony Radford An institute was built to suite some folks that most don’t know,a place to send our wounded men with no place else to go. In a room of white, all day and night two injured souls would layand never tread, confined to bed, forever both would stay. A window there the two would share, but only one could seepast walls of white, their captive plight, how life out there would be. One man lay too far away...
