Chapter II: She Ain't Right
Her arrival was announced by the steady thump thump of hospital shoes slapping against the freshly polished flooring.
It was hardly a comforting sound, and Woody found himself inching ever-so-slightly under his covers, preparing for a throughout inspection by each of the medics.
The more he was surprised when the steps didn't even slow down when they reached his door and only a much lighter pair of sneakers could be heard behind them. Straining to hear something else, he noticed a decidedly feminine voice interrupting the nonsense chitchat with a somehow unnecessary force, not letting any room for arguments.
"You can't honestly be serious about that! His medication is way too low, and you don't even consider a stronger remedy? What the hell is wrong with you people! I worked around here long enough to know what's able to cover the pain and what's not. This is not! When you really don't care a shit for your patients, then at least try and tell them the truth why you are not able to move heaven and hell to ease their ache!"
At this point, faint whistles could be heard.
Woody sank further into his bedding, wishfully trying to ignore Jordan's voice, but he couldn't quite say she hadn't poked his curiosity with her rant. Now what was wrong with his medication?
He hadn't felt a change for the worst in the last few minutes, and despite her fear, he wasn't in that much pain. It only got nasty when he tried to move his head in some way.
"Please be more quiet. Those patients need their rest."
Well, that was not Jordan… but he had a feeling he'd be hearing that voice again very soon. It moved closer.
The next words were nearby and he still couldn't make out why this person wasn't making that annoying shoe-sound on the floor. After all, he could hear Jordan's steps. Yet it sounded as if the voice belonged to a younger girl – maybe a student.
"I told you, he's already asleep."
Asleep? Woody blinked. He wasn't asleep, not by any stretch of the word.
The room was darkened, but he still could see clearly, even though he still wasn't able to tell where Jordan and that girl were standing. They had to be just outside his room.
When Jordan spoke again, he breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't angry anymore. Her tentative words almost didn't reach his ears.
"Woody? Are you sleeping?"
He briefly wondered how she wanted him to answer that question, but she was already inside and could see he wasn't. At least not yet… he was beginning to feel really drowsy.
The last thing he noticed before his eyes flattered shut was the warm, comforting touch of her fingers mussing his already messed up hair.
