Musings

I was staring out the window when the doctor spoke to me.

‘How are you feeling? Helen?’ I sighed and turned my head slightly to the right to meet his gaze. This was my third week in the hospital and I was beginning to think I would never leave.

‘I’m fine like I said last time you asked,’ I said rolling my eyes. I looked at his face and I could see the same expression I saw so many times from my mum.

‘We need to talk about this at some point Helen otherwise how can you get better?’ I stared at him in silence , which he seemed to take as an invite to continue speaking even though I very much wanted him to stop. Why did he think he could help? Could he tell me where Jack was?

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