The Nurse With One Hand
Peter Pan's eyes opened up with struggle
The lights made them close and within the covers he snuggled
Confused, he looked around the room
The whole place filled him to the brim with gloom
Pale white walls and a monotone beep
Beep Beep Beep he wanted to sleep
The door which went unnoticed by the boy
Opened to reveal a woman filled with joy
She looked him over and he noticed one thing
Her ink black hair which curled in rings
Her soft blue eyes glittered as she moved closer
"Ah you're awake" She looked him over
He couldn't speak to this girl so familiar
But his gawking just made her smile grow bigger
"I see you're confused" She spoke with a voice so pure
And his one thought was he couldn't agree more
"You've been in a coma for many many years"
That little fact was doom to his ears
How many years he must have missed
Laying in this bed tended to by this miss
The woman, revealed to be 24
Told him more that shook to the core
His age of 18 worried him so
His childhood was so long ago
There was no lost boys, pirates, or fae
Only this bed was were he would stay
He never flew to neverland
Wait, this woman had only one hand
False memories of captain Hook
Made him shake, the bed he shook
The nice lady helped calm him down
'till the beeping was the only sound
He had to ask "Where is Wendy"
The woman frowned, her features so dainty
He was told there was no blond
Who went by the name he had grown fond
Removing the Tubes, Plasters and Needles
By the woman his mind had made cruel and evil
When he asked for his noriette's name
He felt himself fill with shame
"Jillian Hook" He wanted to crawl
Into a hole so he could bawl
He didn't understand why he had
Imagined a man oh very so bad
Pirate life was when he created
For this woman whom his needs she waited
Feeding him, cleaning him, keeping him alive
So he could one day be revived
Back to the real world he had forgotten
So he could age, a concept so rotten
His question which went unsaid
Was how he ended up in bed
What caused him to dream so long
And forget the world where he belonged
The nurse said nothing as she went
About her work, much time she spent
In that room with the unconscious boy
With no family to give him toys
No relatives to visit the room
Which, in essence was a tomb
Soon Peter was fit to leave
He shuffled and tugged his sleeve
As he walked across the sand
He couldn't forget his Nurse with one hand
