Chapter 222: The monsters of A&E

By the time I was called in to have my X-ray the same sadness that had risen so suddenly inside me had gone. I sat silent and unmoving as my arm was prodded and pulled into the right position for the x-ray no matter how much it hurt.

 “All done Mia,” The man who had taken the X-ray said after four or five uncomfortable snap shots,” if you want to go and take a seat back in the A&E department a doctor will call you when he has had a chance to look through your films. ” He smiled going over to the door and holding it open for me signaling that it was my time to leave.

 “All right Sweetie?” Esmee smiled, as she saw me leave the room and she walked over to greet me, her hand wresting on my shoulder as I took a few deep breaths to try and make the nausea retreat that had stemmed from the pain of having my hand twisted and turned with little mercy.

 “That must have been painful,” Esmee observed, concerned, as she once again brushed her fingertips gently over the still forming bruise on my wrist. “It will be OK soon though, I will pester the doctor to prescribe you something for the pain that we can give you back at the unit as well,” she confirmed.

 “It’s Ok really,” I lied. “I’m sure it’s just a bruise or something, it doesn’t hurt all that much,” I tried to say confidently as we wandered back up through the corridor towards the big automatic doors that lead into the bright A&E. A&E had now become even fuller with more people running around than when we had been in the X-ray department but my eyes narrowed in on one. Sat in a wheelchair on the end of the roll of seats where I was meant to be sitting and waiting, swaying from side to side slightly from her still intoxicated state as she called over and over again for a nurse who ignored her.  It was my mother