“Well hello, sleepy head.”
The cheerful voice was a shock to my system. So accustomed I had become to anger and hate-filled words. As I analyzed every inch of the nurse’s features, I felt tension leaving me.
“How long have I been here?”
“Just overnight so far.” She was busy checking my IV lines and writing down whatever she learned from my monitors. “A lot of people have been looking for you. We’re all so glad you are here.” She stopped momentarily and the pained look in her eyes was one I’m sure I’d become accustomed to eventually. Pity. Uncertainty.
Even I didn’t know everything I had endured. Often I passed out while he “experimented” on me. That’s what he called them – “experiments.”
“Sit still or I will make this hurt. This is critical information for my experiment.”
“Just a few more pokes and the experiment will be done for now.”
“I learned something interesting from you yesterday. I can’t wait until I can share my experimentation with my colleagues.”
“You have no idea how important you are to this experiment.”
What seemed like compliments as I endured torturous treatment were the only things I could hold on to. He knew exactly how to keep me alive and somewhat cooperative. The little tidbits implying that I meant something were clung to like life preservers.
“Honey, are you okay?”
I broke out of my thoughts and looked at her. She couldn’t hide her shock at my expression and quickly diverted her eyes to my IV lines again.
“I lost your attention for a moment there.” She met my eyes briefly as she gathered her papers and prepared to leave the room. “Can I get you anything?”
“No. Thank you. I just want to rest.”
Her forced smile made my fears tickle the back of my consciousness. “Okay. I gave you something to help you sleep, but if you need anything, just push the buzzer.”
(Write incorporating 3 words – all, so, feature)
Cross posted on my author’s site – And Then What Happened?