Disclaimer: I don't own Kerry, Abby, Mlungisi, Henry, Jeanie, etcetera. In fact, I don't own ER either.
Floating. Dead man's float. Ninety three, ninety two... Wait, I'm not in the OR. What? Done? Already?So I'm part plastic now? Part plastic and metal and ceramic. Mlungisi would be appalled. He doesn't need to know. But I don't like the knowledge either.
"Kerry? Hey, you awake?"
I know that voice. I slowly turn to look at it. Someone's hand is on my arm, I'm vaguely aware of that. I can barely feel, but someone is touching my wrist.
"Abby?" I try to ask. Things are blurry looking. My mind is blurry too. But I think it's Abby. I end up coughing more than saying her name. My throat is scratchy.
"Oh right, ET tube... Need some ice? Or water or something?"
I nod. I almost say please, but my throat won't let me right now. The fog is taking its time dispersing. After a sip of water, I can speak a little better.
"Thank you," it's not just gratitude for the water. My voice is still scratchy. I wouldn't have done this if she hadn't said certain things.
"It's nothing."
How did I let that become my identity? I thought it couldn't change when I was little. My parents never told me a doctor could fix it. And to a three year old, doctors can fix anything that is wrong. Therefore, nothing is wrong.
"You didn't have to--"
"Stay? I felt like it. Someone... Jeanie Boulet, I think, is in the waiting room. Wants to see you in a little while."
"Would've asked her, but she's been so sick lately."
"What are you talking about, Kerry?"
"Never mind."
"Okay... They're going to move you to your room soon."
More to come. Reviews are much appreciated.