Hello hello. I actually posted another chapter :gasps of surprise:
Author: IrishRavenX
Disclaimer- I don't own this. Never will. Baz owns it all.('cept my created characters) But I can wish, right?
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Chapter III
Susan McRoberts pushed the cart of medications down the whitewashed hallway of the Paris-General hospital, stopping at every room to check on the patients. She came to the last room, and the most depressing of her entire shift of sick and disabled patients. She opened the door, and in the bed was the young woman, staring out the window as usual. No one knew her name, and no one asked. She had been there for nearly nine years. She had been sick long ago, but now by all accounts was in good health. Physical health, that is. Mentally.no one knew. The woman just stared out the window, ate, and slept. Her face was pale, and she was very frail. But her hair.her hair was red. It used to be a brilliant red, shining with the sun, but now it seemed dull. Susan adored the woman's eyes..when she smiled, which was very, very rare, her eyes would light up, and the cloudiness would clear. But that never lasted long. Sometimes during Christmas, when the carolers came into sing, she would seem to have focus. But rarely.
"Hello, Miss," Susan said with a warm smile, setting some food beside her, "Is there any thing I can get for you,"
The woman didn't respond, and Susan only smiled. She never did respond. She cleaned away the morning's barely-touched food tray and changed the bed sheets as she always did, then walked towards the door.
"Nurse?"
Susan jumped at the sound of the soft, melodic, though hoarse voice. She turned to see the woman, her eyes focused on her.
"Yes Miss?" Susan tried not to stumble over her words, but this was thoroughly startling.
"Could I perhaps have the song bird from downstairs in the lobby where they usually take me in the wheelchair? To keep me company? It gets so lonely up here.." the red-haired woman whispered.
"I don't think they allow animals in the rooms...I'm sorry,"
"Oh," the woman nodded, her gaze growing distant again, and turned her head to look out the window again.
"But I'll see what I can do," Susan assured her quickly, sad to see the woman's sorrow appear in her blue eyes again. She had never spoken to Susan before, and she didn't want to discourage her.
The blue eyes lit up again, and the smile appeared.
"Thank you so much, dear. I used to have a song bird, you know.but that was before I lost them all. my little one...and my angel of music...." Susan nodded, and walked from the room. The woman wasn't all there in the head..but at least she was talking.
Ooo another piece to the puzzle. I'm not sure where I'm going with this....so feed back would be good. Please?
Author: IrishRavenX
Disclaimer- I don't own this. Never will. Baz owns it all.('cept my created characters) But I can wish, right?
Feedback: Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I wish to have reviews..feed my ego, please!
Chapter III
Susan McRoberts pushed the cart of medications down the whitewashed hallway of the Paris-General hospital, stopping at every room to check on the patients. She came to the last room, and the most depressing of her entire shift of sick and disabled patients. She opened the door, and in the bed was the young woman, staring out the window as usual. No one knew her name, and no one asked. She had been there for nearly nine years. She had been sick long ago, but now by all accounts was in good health. Physical health, that is. Mentally.no one knew. The woman just stared out the window, ate, and slept. Her face was pale, and she was very frail. But her hair.her hair was red. It used to be a brilliant red, shining with the sun, but now it seemed dull. Susan adored the woman's eyes..when she smiled, which was very, very rare, her eyes would light up, and the cloudiness would clear. But that never lasted long. Sometimes during Christmas, when the carolers came into sing, she would seem to have focus. But rarely.
"Hello, Miss," Susan said with a warm smile, setting some food beside her, "Is there any thing I can get for you,"
The woman didn't respond, and Susan only smiled. She never did respond. She cleaned away the morning's barely-touched food tray and changed the bed sheets as she always did, then walked towards the door.
"Nurse?"
Susan jumped at the sound of the soft, melodic, though hoarse voice. She turned to see the woman, her eyes focused on her.
"Yes Miss?" Susan tried not to stumble over her words, but this was thoroughly startling.
"Could I perhaps have the song bird from downstairs in the lobby where they usually take me in the wheelchair? To keep me company? It gets so lonely up here.." the red-haired woman whispered.
"I don't think they allow animals in the rooms...I'm sorry,"
"Oh," the woman nodded, her gaze growing distant again, and turned her head to look out the window again.
"But I'll see what I can do," Susan assured her quickly, sad to see the woman's sorrow appear in her blue eyes again. She had never spoken to Susan before, and she didn't want to discourage her.
The blue eyes lit up again, and the smile appeared.
"Thank you so much, dear. I used to have a song bird, you know.but that was before I lost them all. my little one...and my angel of music...." Susan nodded, and walked from the room. The woman wasn't all there in the head..but at least she was talking.
Ooo another piece to the puzzle. I'm not sure where I'm going with this....so feed back would be good. Please?
