One two, one two, one two, one two, one two…..
She counts her footsteps as she walks to the patient's room.
One two, one two, one two, one two, one two…..
Wilson appears to be saying something in a foreign language, and she lifts her eyes to his lips. They are moving in entrancing shapes, like water disturbed. Unfortunately water does not make sense and so she goes back to counting her footsteps
One two, one two, one two, one two, one two…..
She can feel her hand twinge in response to her movements. It lies dormant under the latex glove she is wearing to protect it. Hide it.
One two, one two, one two, one two, one two…..
In her mind she sees herself walking, counting.
One two, one two, one two, one two, one two…..
She is separate from the world, and she watches the people move.
One two, one two, one two, one two, one two…..
This is the rhythm of the moment. Forwards, backwards; one, two.
A hand falls on her shoulder and she doesn't need to turn to see the expression on the face that belongs to the hand. The eyes burn through her soul with kindness that she doesn't deserve.
She puts a broad smile on her face and looks up
"I'm sorry Wilson, what were you saying?" Her voice betrayed her smile, and she knew he could see it
"Look Cameron, if you want me to go and tell her that's fine" She felt a flash of anger behind her eyes at his concern.
"I can do my job" Her voice was steely, and Wilson cocked his head at the change in her voice. They reached the room and stepped over the threshold with suitably comforting expressions on their faces.
"Mrs Braith, I'm afraid we have some bad news"