It Goes To Show… By CpSingleton © 2016
‘Help me!’ The pained, strained voice called out. ‘I need a doctor!’
‘There aren’t any, Iris,’ a pale blue uniform implausibly told the elderly lady, as she shuffled out of the hospital bay and on towards the nurses station.
‘I can’t breath,’ Iris persisted.
Barnes looked from the poor, grey lady and then back to the aunt he was visiting.
‘A hospital without a doctor?’ He told his Aunty Jean, with sarcasm dripping from every word. ‘Seems strange that, eh?’
He didn’t like the nurses dismissive reply, but didn’t want to touch upon it to his aunt. It seemed somehow cold and cruel.
‘She’s always like that,’ his Aunty told him in a whisper. ‘Kept us awake all night shouting for a doctor. Well, all but Elsie,’ she added, before pointing to the bed next to hers.
Barnes stole a quick glance and was shocked at what he was seeing. Because, hunched up like her spine was jelly, feed pipe through her nose, fat tongue lolling, was the most pitiful patient.
Barnes could see no point in her suffering. He stifled his tongue from spitting out “You wouldn’t treat an animal like this. You’d put it down.” Though was glad he had not as another character appeared on cue.
The man who appeared and sat as silent as a thought by her side, hands stroking hers as if they delicate china, would probably had a few choice words to say about putting her down.
It still didn’t seem right.
‘I need a doctor!’ Iris began again. ‘I’m dying!’
‘No, you’re not, Iris, love,’ the nurse called as she reentered the bay, carrying a bowl of what may or may not have been jelly. ‘How about a little of your favourite? It’s strawberry.’
‘Bill says my heart’s stopped,’ Iris insisted.
‘Then tell Bill he’s wrong, because he should know that I wouldn’t allow anything to happen to you, now would I?’
Barnes watched the nurse tickle the grey, wispy hair across Iris’ wrinkled forehead like a mother would her newborn, before spoon feeding the smiling lady with her favourite.
‘Apparently,’ Aunty began in a whisper, pulling Barnes away from the jelly scene. ‘Iris used to be a university Professor, you know?’
‘Really?!’ Barnes asked, wide eyed. ‘Goes to show that you just can’t tell, eh?’
‘Exactly,’ Aunty replied with a shrug.