Jackson felt terrible, that morning he was consumed with the familiar feelings of helplessness and now he wanted to be left alone. He'd woken at seven in the morning and outside he could see it was going to be a beautiful sunny day. He'd wanted to be out in the sun and try to regain some of the healthy colour he'd lost from refusing to leave the house and was imagining a day of sitting out, except things hadn't happened that way and at 8am he was still in bed, he now had two nurses bothering him.

"So can we get you up now?" said Nurse Carter, she was a short middle aged women with a big mop of curly brown hair, the other nurse in contrast was tall and willowy, she had short cropped red hair and was in her early twenties, Jackson thought she couldn't be older than him.

"No, I told you I want to stay here."

Nurse Carter leaned over him slightly, her large heavy breasts blinding his wide angled view, she reminded him of his mother, "Sorry love we don't serve breakfast in bed, unless patients are ill."

Jackson rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth, "fine, I won't have any breakfast then," he desperately wanted them to leave him alone now. Before when he'd woken all the nurses had been too busy to get him up straight away, there had been some sort of staff shortage problem and it was 7.45 by the time they were free. During this time Jackson had become increasingly agitated. This was what he was sick of – didn't they understand it? Didn't they understand that this is what his life had been reduced to, he couldn't even get up when he wanted, everything revolved around the time another person could give to him.

"Jackson you don't want to lie around in bed all day."

"No your right," Jackson heaved, "I wanted to get up ages ago! But you were too busy, why should I get up to your schedule, why do I have to do things when you tell me?"

The younger women looked at him nervously, Jackson realised that she was not yet a qualified nurse and maybe had yet to deal with angry patients, "I'm sorry," she started, "I don't know how to use the harness I've not been trained." In the old days Jackson would have been patient, he would have sat himself down in the waiting room and read some silly magazine to pass the time, but he didn't have that option now – he couldn't even turn a page. It depressed him that a person needed special training when dealing with him in even the simplest things.

"Really, I don't even get a nurse who know what she is doing - you can forget it you think you're gonna get trained using me as your dummy!"

Nurse Carter sighed heavily, "We are very short staffed today, this isn't something that happens often and it's not fair that you take it out on us."

"Yeah well I have to lie here until you can be bothered to come and help me – how's that fair! And then I get to plaster a great big grin on my face and thank you – we'll fuck you!"

He watched Nurse Carter pause, if she'd been offended by his language she didn't show it, "Fine, you want to lie here all day go ahead, I have other patients," she then walked away casually; however the younger nurse stayed by his bed and looked at him awkwardly. "What are you staring at!" he'd said loudly, trying his most threatening voice, he'd become very good at driving people away and had managed to do it to almost everyone he knew.

"I was wondering if you wanted anymore of your tea?"

Jackson looked down to the cup in her hand, she'd brought it to him half an hour ago and explained that the other nurses were a little busy, it was probably cold by now. He'd started off drinking it calmly but then very quickly become consumed with anger at her and every other nurse in the building; by the time Nurse Carter had arrived he hated every nurse in the world, "No I don't want your cup of tea, leave me alone!"

He closed his eyes and shuddered a sigh, he wanted to lie consumed in his anger, it was an old familiar friend and felt comforting. However through his lids he could feel the warm sun, as Jackson suspected it was definitely going to be a lovely day, he suddenly wished he'd let the nurses get on with getting him up.

"Jackson."

He scrunched his eyes up tighter and considered ignoring the voice, he knew it was Doctor Jacobs because of course they weren't just going to leave him alone, "Doctor," Jackson opened his eye a crack as he acknowledged him and watched the older man pull up a chair.

"What's going on?"

Jackson gritted his teeth, "No one has been available to help me this morning."

The doctor scratched his head, "You have two nurses here?" Jackson opened his eyes fully to see Nurse Carter had returned, she looked at him smugly.

"Yeah now I do, I didn't earlier – you do know I can't move don't you?" he said this sarcastically and rolled his eyes.

"Well yes of course we do, but a lot of the nurses have come down with flu so were a bit short staffed today, don't be difficult."

"Oh right so it's ok to abandon me?" If Jackson could have crossed his arms he would have, the doctor was speaking to him like a child and it was winding him up.

Doctor Jacobs touched the arm of the younger nurse, "I thought Nurse Butler came to sit you up and brought you a cup of tea."

Frowning, Jackson glared at all three of them, he'd now decided he hated Doctors as well.

"Did she bring you tea?" the doctor re-asked for clarification, rolling his eyes again Jackson sucked on the inside of his cheek.

"Well?"

"Fine," Jackson spat, "Yes she did!"

"Right so you haven't been abandoned?" Jackson suddenly felt like laughing, this was the process that he used to go through with Aaron to make him see sense. He remembered one morning in particular (before the accident) when they were sat in the cafe and Aaron had convinced himself that another random customer had shot them a dirty look because they were gay. Jackson had very carefully spelt out that the women in question didn't know they were gay and the 'look' was probably unintentional -whoever it was directed at, it had taken Aaron a while to get it but finally it sunk in.

"Ok, fine I wasn't abandoned."

"Can they get you up then?"

Again Jackson felt like a child, he thought back to his Doctor's words whilst he was in Hotten General about being an adult and making choices, "fine."