Hi guys,
New story for you :) This one is going to be a little sad but, as the title suggests, I promise it's not all bad.
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Catherine stalked through the hospital ward, the bag swinging at her side, flicking her hair angrily over her shoulder as she went. Stopping at the reception desk, she waited for the nurse to look up and tried to plaster a smile on her face in spite of her bad mood.
"Hi, I'm looking for Nancy – she asked me to drop something off for her."
The nurse gave her a brief once-over.
"You her sister?" She asked, already reaching for her pager.
"Yeah." Catherine exhaled, attempting to keep the obvious irritation out of her voice at that fact.
It wasn't that she minded doing her sister a favour, but she had just barely fallen asleep when her phone rang. She had answered, assuming it to be an urgent case. Instead, it was Nancy, asking her to bring her spare uniform, which she had left at Catherine's house a few days earlier.
Begging her, in fact.
"Oh good, you're here." A voice chirped from somewhere to her left and she spun on her heel.
"Do you have any idea how little sleep I have had?" She barked, holding the bag back when Nancy reached for it. "Did you really need this right now?"
Nancy's colleague behind the desk shot the nurse a sympathetic look, which Nancy shrugged off. Taking Catherine by the arm, she tugged her further down the corridor.
"I'm sorry, but yes I did need it now." She said, snatching the bag from her and setting off down the hall with Catherine trailing behind.
She got so far, before coming to an abrupt stop and causing Catherine to stop too.
"Just wait here a minute while I put this in the staff room, don't go anywhere." She instructed, earning her a disgruntled huff. Nonetheless, Catherine remained where she was, watching her sister scamper off.
She had been in here a couple of times before, when she needed to drop things off or pick things up from Nancy. It wasn't a ward she particularly liked visiting – she'd have much rather Nancy worked in maternity, so she could at least coo over the new babies when she stopped by. But she did have a certain begrudging respect for what her sister did here. She knew it couldn't be easy caring for patients on a long-term scale, when you knew a lot of them weren't going to survive.
Nancy had abandoned her in the middle of the corridor, with individual treatment rooms on either side of her. As she waited for her sibling to return, she began absently casting her eyes around her, taking in the sterile decor. Most of the posters adorning the walls were informative, advising people to get their symptoms checked. Of course, that's precisely how most people ended up in here - because they had got checked. It was the ones who never made it this far who really needed to see the posters.
Most of the doors on the ward were closed, ensuring a little privacy for the patients during their treatment.
However, when she turned around, she found that the one behind her was open, giving her a clear view of the bed in the room. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realised that it was the room Nancy had emerged from when she first arrived.
It took a few seconds for the sight in front of her to reach her consciousness and when it did, Catherine felt her blood turn to ice.
Curled up on the bed, fast asleep, with one arm extended awkwardly behind her towards an IV, was Sara Sidle.