31 December 2012
Chapter 1 *^*^*^*^*^*
"Is he ok?" I ask frantically running my hands through my hair. The tall, handsome doctor checks a few papers on his clipboard and gives me a weak smile. "He was in a major car accident and hit his head he's not ok. He has a splintered leg bone and a nasty head wound, he's only woken up today so we haven't had much of a chance to check him over." He replied in a soothing voice, "As his wife can I see him?" I ask sighing and sitting on a blue plastic chair in the waiting room of the hospital. "I'll have to check, wait here for now, ok?" "Yeah sure" I run my fingers through my sunshine ginger hair like Max used to. Me and Max had been married for two years now, tomorrow was our anniversary. Three weeks ago he went out shopping and a lorry hit into the side of the car. When I found out Max was close to death, he's only woken up today and is on the right road to recovery. After a few strokes of my hair I wipe my sweaty palms against the black corduroy of my trousers, it calms me a little. Black corduroy is Max's favourite on me as well as the Hollister top I'm wearing. "Janie Cove?" Asks a kind looking old lady, "Yes?" I ask frowning at her a little, "I'm Mrs Digby, your husbands nurse. Would you like to see him?" I jolt up from my seat and smile broadly at her, "Yes please. Thank you" I smile messing with my hair to make it look nice. She nods and we start to make out way down all the white, clean corridors. The smell of hospitals never pleased me or Max, to clean. A clean house is a sign of a wasted life as they say. "This is your husbands ward" she smiles I start to walk in but she takes hold of my arm, "Just before you go in, as you know he's been in a bad accident. He might not be... How can I say it? The same" she sighs and pats my hand like a mother would. "Ok, I'll keep that in mind thank you" I say with a smile. She hobbles off down the corridor and I push open Max's ward's door. The same young face that I know meets mine. Black messy hair, blue eyes, perfect rosy lips. My Max. We're only 21 but he somehow looks older. I hurry over to him and sit next to him. His face is looking away from me so I just sit there admiring him. His fore-head is bandaged up, his face and neck has millions of little cuts and gashes scattered around them. Big black bruises make up one side of his face. Beneath all this I can still see the Max that I remember. "Hey hunni, it's me. Janie." I whisper as he wakes up to look at me. He scans my face a little and gives a weak smile, he must be so tired. I move to him and give him a gentle hug, he tenses under my arms so I move away. "Max? What's wrong, it's me your wife, Janie." I repeat with a frown.
"Who?"
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