Chapter 134 : Big toe

The next time I woke up I was back on the ward Where  Ingrid was occupying a lounging chair next to my bed with her feet propped up on the side of the mattress reading from an e-book reader while twiddling her hair around one finger. It must have been night in the ward now as all the lights were turned off with just a few of the bedside lights as the only sources of illumination available.

 “Oh hi honey!” Ingrid said with a big smile on her face putting down the reader on the floor next to her while taking her legs off of the side of my bed.

 “You can keep them up there if you want.”  I said gently tapping the place where her feet had been with my good arm “They don’t bother me.”

 “Oh thanks Hon.” Ingrid said smiling replacing her feet on the bed. She wore pink socks with a big hole in them where her big toe stuck out showing her bright pink Barbie style nail varnish. She giggled as she wiggled it. “Oh I’m sorry; I am wearing my old socks!”

“There great.” I crocked. My throat felt like it had been rubbed by sand paper.

 “Do you want some water?” Ingrid asked

“Oh please.” I crocked again.

 “What about some Morphine?” She asked again.

I could off kissed her. My arm burned with an agony that felt like it would be better if it was chopped of completely, any painkillers that I could throw at it I would. It hurt too much to care weather I deserved the pain relief or not. Everything hurt too much to care.

 “Oh god yeah!” I said enthusiastically, Ingrid giggled again and got up slipping her feet into her trainers and opening the corner of one of the brightly colored cartons before she hesitated, suspicion clouding over her features   

“You’re not going to do anything stupid if I leave you for a few seconds are you?” She asked sternly eyeing me up and down.  I shook my head. “Promise me Mi.” She said again her voice tight with authority. I don’t think I had ever heard Ingrid be so official before.

 “I promise.”  Don’t ever trust me. I will deceive you

“Don’t let me down OK,” Ingrid said winking before leaving through the curtains. What I hated the most was the fact my mind couldn’t help but think that here I had an opportunity, Here I could do some damage. Here was a perfect opportunity to find some weapons to use. God I was sick in the head.