Chapter 210 : Home?

 

Fourteen days passed in the side ward of the skylight children’s unit. The doctors had planned to send me on my way back to the unit days earlier but an infection in the cuts and a raging temperature of 105 made a discharge impossible. Unsurprisingly the blade that Jo had used to open me up was not sterile and the bacteria bubbled under the surface until it ate at my skin causing holes and yellow puss to flow. There had been talk of ICU as the fever refused to break even after surgery to try and remove some of the most badly damaged tissue but luckily to the doctors surprise on the third day the fever broke and the holes in the cuts started to show some improvement from the various antibiotic and fluids that were being given to me through IV’s. I didn’t remember much apart from the pain, being hot and Emmet and Esmee on the side lines putting in about as much general pediatric nursing as they could  to make sure I always got the fastest response care they that could be provided in a busy children’ ward with over fifty beds with kids from one to seventeen.

 “Hello Mi, just doing my rounds,” A doctor who introduced herself as Amanda Hunt a few days before said as she arrived into my room in a flurry of unexpected movement. “I am hoping to discharge you today as your temperature is down to normal, your blood tests are good and yesterday’s swabs are a lot better. As for your liver function tests things are also looking better. As you know there is some very mild damage to your liver but nothing that needs any immediate treatment and the function results are getting better and better every day so we are hoping that normal function will be regained soon. So if you don’t mind all that’s left to do is have a peek at your wounds to make sure that I am not missing anything obvious then I can send you on your way. So if you’re unit nurse just wants to pop out side for a second we can get started,” Doctor Hunt smiled attaching the file of notes she had been reading from back over the foot of my bed.

 “I will be outside,” Edward confirmed to both the nurse and me as he got to his feet from the reclining chair pulled the blind down on the glass panel in the door to reveal more creepy looking scarecrows and left into the busy corridor.

 “I know you’re not a huge fan of doing this Mi but if you could just pop your top off for me for a second I will be as quick as I can. I will have a look then put another dressing on and if all’s good you can escape if the unit is happy for your return. I am sure the nurses over there will be able to perform your dressing changes when they are required. Probably a lot better than I can if I am honest.”

 I smiled like I was meant to before grabbing at my top and pulling it over my head revealing the tape and bandages that had been holding me together for the last few weeks. He had done this to me; he had torn me apart fourteen short days ago. He was the one that caused the bandages and the yellow puss and all the drips and pills. Inside he had destroyed me, turned me black, dirty and rotten and on the outside he had almost done the same and even now after the physical remains were healing he was humiliating me as I exposed my rather flat undeveloped childlike breasts to a doctor everyday so she could have something to talk about to her other colleagues. “Why would a teenage girl attack her breasts? Why do we have to treat her and save her life if at the first opportunity she will do this all over again?”

 “These are looking almost perfect now Mi,” The doctor said as she gently probed the flesh of my breasts and abdomen with her gloved hands. “There is a lot less discharge from the cuts and what is coming out is mostly clear. They are less red and they no longer feel hot to touch. I am more than happy to get you out of here today my darling. So when you’re ready you can get yourself dressed and your nurse can take you home,” the doctor smiled signing my chart with a flourish before living the room in a swoop.

 Home? Apple gate house was home?