a
“Captain Scarlet” short story
I don’t know what’s annoying me more: the bleeping of the
monitor or the ticking of that clock.
I never realised how loud it is before now; but I’d guess you know. You spend hours in the medical rooms. I wonder that you can stand it; it must
make the slow beat of those passing hours
so obvious.
And the walls are so bare – not very welcoming - hardly much
of an encouragement to wake up and start living again. I suppose Doctor Fawn would say he
doesn’t want us to get too comfortable in case we don’t want to leave. Still, it’s a kind of subtle torture to
make it so plain, don’t you think?
I wonder if they’ve realised there’s a crack under that
shelf, as if the drill slipped when they put it up? I bet if I told Fawn he’d have it repaired.
It all smells very clinical, with that universal hospital
smell. Even with the flowers you
can still smell it.
They are pretty flowers – from the Angels, naturally. Soft reds, creams and whites, all
tastefully arranged in that familiar glass vase.
One of Harmony’s efforts, I think – she always creates such exquisite displays.
Destiny’s flowers are more flamboyant, whilst Rhapsody’s are carefully
constructed, textbook-neat affairs. Melody’s are quirky and Symphony puts
too many flowers in the vase, all lop-sided and different heights.
I can guess which one you’d prefer.
I hope they bring me a drink soon, the nurses. When they come in to see you, they’ll
remember I’m in here too. I don’t
like to ask them, in case they make a fuss and tell me I ought to go.
I should have brought a book or a magazine. I probably wouldn’t read it, but it
would look as if I was doing something – instead of just counting the bleeps on
the monitor and listening to that damned clock.
Maybe you’ll move soon?
It’s been a long time since you did.
The nurses turned you a few hours ago – do you remember? One of them said your eyelids fluttered.
They said that was a good sign.
They said it was ‘hopeful’.
But it has been a long time since then. Or so it seems when you’re just sitting
here.
The new shift started on duty and they came and turned you
again, but no one mentioned your eyelids this time. They asked me if I
was all right – of course I’m all right - I’m not the one lying there! They brought me a cup of tea.
Why did you do it?
I keep asking myself that. I
can’t pretend I’m not glad you did, but you shouldn’t have. You know that, don’t you? You never listen – you can be so
stubborn. I know it annoys you when
I argue with you. I can see that
spark of irritation in your eyes – I’m not blind, y’ know. But you know it isn’t because I think you’re scared.
You do know that, don’t you?
You are the bravest man
I
know.
You are like the brother I wished I’d had and the best
friend I always hoped for.
I find it hard to imagine life here on this base without you
to tease and be teased by – there would be no-one to understand my jokes, nor
chivvy me out of my moods. I never
used to have them, you know – these morose spells – but you ignore them and that
does me good. Without you, I could not
be the me I am – In fact; I might not
be at all! It’s a sobering thought, my friend.
There! You
opened your eyes! I’m sure of it! I’ll tell the nurses, they’ll need to
know.
Hmmph! They say
I imagined it. They say there’s no
change yet. But I didn’t imagine it
- I know I didn’t.
They’ve assured me again that it will be okay – that you
just need time. So all I can do is
sit here and watch, remembering how the rescue team told me you insisted on returning to
the building, once you were sure everyone was safely out of danger.
Even after the first explosion they couldn’t stop you coming
back for me. They said you took the brunt of the blast when we were buried by
the debris. Fawn says my legs would
have been completely severed if you hadn’t managed to get me out from under that
RSJ before the second explosion. I remember that explosion and I knew I had to
get out, so that someone would see us. I just had the strength to drag myself clear and attract
their attention. When they dug you
out, you were unconscious. I held
on until the Spectrum helijet arrived, but when I saw Fawn running towards us, I
surrendered to my pain and passed out too.
They brought us back to Cloudbase; put you in here and me
next door. It’s been almost 24
hours since then. You are still
unconscious though.
If you could have seen the look Symphony gave me, you’d be
sorry for me – I’m in definite trouble there – and then there’s the colonel – he
seems to think it must be my fault
you’re like this. As if you’d let a
little thing like the regulations
stop you!
I can’t bear to see you looking so helpless – tossed around
in that bed by nurses half your size! Come on old friend, just open your eyes,
so I know it will be all right. Then I’ll go back to my own bed and let these
gashes heal properly. Until then,
I’m gonna wait here for you to open your eyes and look at me. It’s the very least I can do, but I
don’t like it much…
Please, partner, you can do it - just open your eyes.
I don’t know how you do it, time after time; because it’s
driving me crazy. I never appreciated just what it must cost you to sit out the
hours. It is so unusual for you not
to be there, it took me a few minutes to remember why you couldn’t be this time.
Whenever
I’ve opened my eyes, it seems you are
always sitting there, long legs stretched out, reading some deadly serious tome
or frowning over a crossword puzzle.
But then, I’ve never had your apparently infinite patience,
have I?
"Paul? What are you doing here? Where am I?"
"In sickbay, on
Cloudbase... making my life difficult as usual, of course."
"I'm
thirsty..."
"I bet... I'll
get them to fetch you a drink.....Oh, and welcome back, Adam...."