Post by Katrina on Oct 29, 2006 18:13:30 GMT 1
For some reason I've found myself with no inspiration to write recently. Although this is a one parter - the first few lines are a short of prologue. It's set around the 1000th episode.
“Don’t cry, please don’t cry” the woman pleaded with the young girl in the backseat, who cried furiously. Just a second the woman thought, it would only take a second. Slowly she turned round, to see what was causing the child to cry so angrily. It was just a single second but it was enough - the darkness overcame her
Goodbye My Lover
The man walked slowly down the hospital corridor, his shoes clicked on the floor with every step. Each step seemed to take a lifetime, each step seemed to rip another piece from his heart, and each step brought him closer to the truth he wished were a lie. The final door was the one he had to go in to, he knew that from the words the nurse had told him little more than a few minutes ago, but those few minutes were part of a different life.
He stopped in front of the door, and placed his hands upon it. His feet felt like lead weights unable to move any further. He looked through the tiny glass window, for a second he was able to imagine the shape in the bed didn’t belong to that of the person he loved most. Slowly he pushed the door, and with great trepidation he stepped inside the room. The continuous bleeping of the heart monitor was the first thing that he heard, instantly the sound irritated him. Of course he knew that that monitor was helping her but it just felt wrong. It was so monotonous, when she was so bright and bubbly, she full of spirit and life.
Then there were all of the wires, so many wires each aiding the job of keeping her alive and yet still she was caught in that deep unnatural sleep. He turned to her, and gently traced her face with his ring finger. He knew every inch of that face and yet it felt so different. He sat down in the hard plastic chair, and took her pale, cold still hand in his, and gently rubbed his fingers over it longing to bring the natural warmth back to it. He looked at her face, the skin was pasty, and her large, soulful, friendly eyes were hid beneath their pale lids.
He shivered, and stood up, gently placing the hand down on the bed. He walked over to the window and pulled it shut. He looked out at the sky – the sky looked so beautiful. The setting sun caused a reddish pink glow along the horizon, and then there was that amazing mix of colours that spread out above it – blues, reds, grays, blacks, yellows, each one blended perfectly in to the other. They worked so perfectly together, he turned away from it, suddenly sickened by its beauty. How could something so beautiful dare to exist when her beauty seemed to be slipping further and further away from him?
He went back over to her, and gently stroked her hair. It was spread out around her head, like a halo. The hair closest to her head, was matted with dried blood but the rest of her hair was soft and velvety. Touching her hair like that, he could almost imagine that they were back at home, that she was fast asleep in their bed. He’d spent many a sleepless night, sat beside her, gently playing with her hair. It never woke her; she’d always been such a deep sleeper.
As he stood there, just watching her, trying to drown out those bleeps of the monitor. He found himself playing what if games in his mind. He kissed her forehead,
“I’m sorry darling” he whispered, he knew he’d done stuff wrong in the past. They’d both made mistakes, but at that very moment in time, his seemed far, far worse than hers. He felt sick and angry with himself for putting her through that. He felt his legs turned to jelly and go out from under him. He gripped the bed to support himself, but he fell to his knees by her side. All he could think about was how much he must have hurt her, how much disappointment he must have given her.
And then something else reached his ears, the low flat continuous note from the machine behind him. He looked about himself in confusion, his brain unable to work out just what was going on. The floor was bare. He turned and saw the screen; a flat line ran across it. He turned back to the woman, and looked at her. He kissed her lips, she was his sleeping beauty and he her prince and yet the note continued. Tears began to run down his cheeks, falling on to the white sheet on the bed. He buried his head in her side.
The next thing he knew the whole room was silent, he raised his head and saw a nurse looking at him. It was the same nurse who had guided him to the room, only now her expression was even soberer. She shook her head sadly, and instantly he knew. He’d already known, in truth he’d known the second he answered the phone but he hadn’t wanted to accept it. The nurse left and stood outside the room, giving him the time she knew he desperately needed.
The man stood, nervously. He thought for a second of the child who’d been in the backseat, the child who was know being looked after by the doting godfathers. But then his thoughts returned to his wife.
“Goodbye my darling Georgina” he said softly, shaking his head. The words sounded so wrong. The tears continued to fall down his cheeks. She was his best friend, his soul mate, his wife, his lover. She didn’t deserve to be here. She had given him everything he’d ever wanted, and now she as gone. He felt so empty – like his heart had been ripped from him.
“Goodbye” he whispered again and gently he placed a final kiss upon her lips. He could see now the bluish tinge coming over them. He left the room, he couldn’t stay in there, and it was suffocating in there. He leant against the wall, taking deep breaths. He could see the nurse sat opposite him, watching him, waiting. He knew what she was going to do; she was going to take her away from him. He shook his head, he didn’t want this. He closed his eyes trying to block everything out but all he could think about was her and all the people he’d have to tell. And the little girl who was never going to know her mum. He opened his eyes, the nurse was no longer sat there. He took a deep breath and walked back in to the room, the nurse was working on his wife. He watched her silently, it seemed so final. He didn’t want to speak but in his mind he told her I love you with all my heart. Goodnight sweetheart – sleep tight
“Don’t cry, please don’t cry” the woman pleaded with the young girl in the backseat, who cried furiously. Just a second the woman thought, it would only take a second. Slowly she turned round, to see what was causing the child to cry so angrily. It was just a single second but it was enough - the darkness overcame her
Goodbye My Lover
The man walked slowly down the hospital corridor, his shoes clicked on the floor with every step. Each step seemed to take a lifetime, each step seemed to rip another piece from his heart, and each step brought him closer to the truth he wished were a lie. The final door was the one he had to go in to, he knew that from the words the nurse had told him little more than a few minutes ago, but those few minutes were part of a different life.
He stopped in front of the door, and placed his hands upon it. His feet felt like lead weights unable to move any further. He looked through the tiny glass window, for a second he was able to imagine the shape in the bed didn’t belong to that of the person he loved most. Slowly he pushed the door, and with great trepidation he stepped inside the room. The continuous bleeping of the heart monitor was the first thing that he heard, instantly the sound irritated him. Of course he knew that that monitor was helping her but it just felt wrong. It was so monotonous, when she was so bright and bubbly, she full of spirit and life.
Then there were all of the wires, so many wires each aiding the job of keeping her alive and yet still she was caught in that deep unnatural sleep. He turned to her, and gently traced her face with his ring finger. He knew every inch of that face and yet it felt so different. He sat down in the hard plastic chair, and took her pale, cold still hand in his, and gently rubbed his fingers over it longing to bring the natural warmth back to it. He looked at her face, the skin was pasty, and her large, soulful, friendly eyes were hid beneath their pale lids.
He shivered, and stood up, gently placing the hand down on the bed. He walked over to the window and pulled it shut. He looked out at the sky – the sky looked so beautiful. The setting sun caused a reddish pink glow along the horizon, and then there was that amazing mix of colours that spread out above it – blues, reds, grays, blacks, yellows, each one blended perfectly in to the other. They worked so perfectly together, he turned away from it, suddenly sickened by its beauty. How could something so beautiful dare to exist when her beauty seemed to be slipping further and further away from him?
He went back over to her, and gently stroked her hair. It was spread out around her head, like a halo. The hair closest to her head, was matted with dried blood but the rest of her hair was soft and velvety. Touching her hair like that, he could almost imagine that they were back at home, that she was fast asleep in their bed. He’d spent many a sleepless night, sat beside her, gently playing with her hair. It never woke her; she’d always been such a deep sleeper.
As he stood there, just watching her, trying to drown out those bleeps of the monitor. He found himself playing what if games in his mind. He kissed her forehead,
“I’m sorry darling” he whispered, he knew he’d done stuff wrong in the past. They’d both made mistakes, but at that very moment in time, his seemed far, far worse than hers. He felt sick and angry with himself for putting her through that. He felt his legs turned to jelly and go out from under him. He gripped the bed to support himself, but he fell to his knees by her side. All he could think about was how much he must have hurt her, how much disappointment he must have given her.
And then something else reached his ears, the low flat continuous note from the machine behind him. He looked about himself in confusion, his brain unable to work out just what was going on. The floor was bare. He turned and saw the screen; a flat line ran across it. He turned back to the woman, and looked at her. He kissed her lips, she was his sleeping beauty and he her prince and yet the note continued. Tears began to run down his cheeks, falling on to the white sheet on the bed. He buried his head in her side.
The next thing he knew the whole room was silent, he raised his head and saw a nurse looking at him. It was the same nurse who had guided him to the room, only now her expression was even soberer. She shook her head sadly, and instantly he knew. He’d already known, in truth he’d known the second he answered the phone but he hadn’t wanted to accept it. The nurse left and stood outside the room, giving him the time she knew he desperately needed.
The man stood, nervously. He thought for a second of the child who’d been in the backseat, the child who was know being looked after by the doting godfathers. But then his thoughts returned to his wife.
“Goodbye my darling Georgina” he said softly, shaking his head. The words sounded so wrong. The tears continued to fall down his cheeks. She was his best friend, his soul mate, his wife, his lover. She didn’t deserve to be here. She had given him everything he’d ever wanted, and now she as gone. He felt so empty – like his heart had been ripped from him.
“Goodbye” he whispered again and gently he placed a final kiss upon her lips. He could see now the bluish tinge coming over them. He left the room, he couldn’t stay in there, and it was suffocating in there. He leant against the wall, taking deep breaths. He could see the nurse sat opposite him, watching him, waiting. He knew what she was going to do; she was going to take her away from him. He shook his head, he didn’t want this. He closed his eyes trying to block everything out but all he could think about was her and all the people he’d have to tell. And the little girl who was never going to know her mum. He opened his eyes, the nurse was no longer sat there. He took a deep breath and walked back in to the room, the nurse was working on his wife. He watched her silently, it seemed so final. He didn’t want to speak but in his mind he told her I love you with all my heart. Goodnight sweetheart – sleep tight