Elizabeth
During Scott's visit this afternoon Simone, the nurse who looks after me most of the time, came in and asked if he'd like a coffee. All the nurses are very good about identifying themselves to me, but I always recognise Simone anyway because she's Australian.. After she had gone I said to him, "I think Simone fancies you. She told me the other day that she thought you were 'drop dead gorgeous'" I could tell that he was amused by this, but when I said I found it hard to comment as I could hardly tell her that I didn't know what he looked like, he was puzzled. "What do you mean?" he said "you saw me when we pulled you out of the wreckage." I tried to explain my recollections of that moment through a haze of pain and fear - bright lights, loud voices, and someone with dark hair and a blue uniform bending over me.
I then went on to say that some of the nurses think I'm lucky to have him as my boyfriend. "I never actually told them I was your boyfriend" he put in quickly, "they just assumed that because you'd been calling for me." Then he told me that he had no objection to them jumping to the wrong conclusion - in fact he was quite pleased. At that point he took hold of my hand and kissed it. I felt my heart leap inside my chest - it was beating so loud I was sure he'd be able to hear it. Does this mean what I think it does? He kissed my hand again before he left. I can't kiss him, but I reached up and stroked the back of his neck as we said goodbye.
Can you fall in love with a guy you've never seen?
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I was hoping Scott would come today - he hasn't been for a few days. Then I started listening to the radio. A submarine had suffered an explosion and become trapped at the bottom of the North Sea, and a call had gone out for International Rescue. I followed the news every hour until it was announced that the survivors had been rescued. The reporter made some comment about 'the men from International Rescue in their blue uniforms'. Blue. An arm in a blue sleeve reaching into my metal prison. A figure in blue bending over me. And the man who wears that uniform, who doesn't tell me his last name, where he lives, anything about himself. Elizabeth Bach, are you the stupidest person on this planet or what?
Our next conversation is going to be interesting.
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During Scott's visit this afternoon Simone, the nurse who looks after me most of the time, came in and asked if he'd like a coffee. All the nurses are very good about identifying themselves to me, but I always recognise Simone anyway because she's Australian.. After she had gone I said to him, "I think Simone fancies you. She told me the other day that she thought you were 'drop dead gorgeous'" I could tell that he was amused by this, but when I said I found it hard to comment as I could hardly tell her that I didn't know what he looked like, he was puzzled. "What do you mean?" he said "you saw me when we pulled you out of the wreckage." I tried to explain my recollections of that moment through a haze of pain and fear - bright lights, loud voices, and someone with dark hair and a blue uniform bending over me.
I then went on to say that some of the nurses think I'm lucky to have him as my boyfriend. "I never actually told them I was your boyfriend" he put in quickly, "they just assumed that because you'd been calling for me." Then he told me that he had no objection to them jumping to the wrong conclusion - in fact he was quite pleased. At that point he took hold of my hand and kissed it. I felt my heart leap inside my chest - it was beating so loud I was sure he'd be able to hear it. Does this mean what I think it does? He kissed my hand again before he left. I can't kiss him, but I reached up and stroked the back of his neck as we said goodbye.
Can you fall in love with a guy you've never seen?
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I was hoping Scott would come today - he hasn't been for a few days. Then I started listening to the radio. A submarine had suffered an explosion and become trapped at the bottom of the North Sea, and a call had gone out for International Rescue. I followed the news every hour until it was announced that the survivors had been rescued. The reporter made some comment about 'the men from International Rescue in their blue uniforms'. Blue. An arm in a blue sleeve reaching into my metal prison. A figure in blue bending over me. And the man who wears that uniform, who doesn't tell me his last name, where he lives, anything about himself. Elizabeth Bach, are you the stupidest person on this planet or what?
Our next conversation is going to be interesting.
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