Thursday, 17 May 2012

Chapter 147 : What makes us brilliant?



Esmee



“Well there’s never a dull moment in our job.” I half sighed and half smiled as Emmet laid a now soundly sleeping Mi down into her bed and brought the covers up to her chin and whispered sweet dreams gently before throwing himself into the lounging chair beside Mi’s bed.

 “So where is out little monkey to now then,” He asked.

 “Sent her down to the gastro wards, thought she could pull out some more NG tubes when she was on my watch.” I smiled even though I felt defeated. Jokes could make everything go away if you believed in them enough. They told you if you smiled the world would smile with you and I was willing to give it a try even if inside I felt sick and Emmet looked almost as green as I felt.

 “Some student nurse found her adorable so I sold her, on the pro side we now have enough to by that DVD player you wanted and…”

 “It’s all right Esmee, she’s fine.” Emmet whispered sitting up in his chair again and reaching over to me, taking both of my hands into his as his index finger played with my wedding ring.

 “I feel sick.” I moaned letting the smile drop from my face. What was the point of the whole world laughing with you when secretly you felt like crying anyway?

 “I know, you’re an amazingly gentle shade of green at the moment. Coincidently looks lovely with the top you are wearing but I bet it doesn’t feel all that great.”

“You know what can Happen Emmet, and it would have been my fault.  Mia wanted to sit with her and Mi loves kids. It says all over her reports that she seems to come alive around children. I just wanted to see it because all I have ever seen is someone that is too hurt to care anymore but I should have known that it wouldn’t have been in her best interest. I just wanted to see her happy for once,” I moaned.

 “Since when has her being happy not been in her best interest? You can’t beat yourself up all the time Esmee. You’re a good nurse, no, you bloody fantastic nurse and you make good judgment calls.”


“I’ve seen too much. I know too much. I’ve felt too much.”

 “And that’s what makes you brilliant.”

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