| Subject: Chapter four...sort of boring, lots of speaking and stuff, but there will not be much more gory descriptions at all in the story... |
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Date Posted: 00:19:52 10/26/03 Sun
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's message, "Chapter four of my long, evil, mostly hated story will be in the reply..." on 00:15:01 10/26/03 Sun
Chapter Four
When Shaun awoke, he did not bother to open his eyes. He could feel that he was in a bed, with a sheet wrapped loosely around him. He could hear a bustle going on outside whatever room he was in, as well as someone snoring in the room, metres to his right.
Mechanical equipment was beeping, whirring and pinging around him. He reached up and touched his cheek. A bandage had stuck around his stitches. It was slightly moist. He could tell from a slight smell that it had been dipped in antiseptic to stop infection. The smell was everywhere else around him, so it was quite obvious that he was in the hospital.
Shaun lay in his bed a little longer, rethinking the previous night’s events. He smiled the whole time, until he remembered Samuel’s suspicion. ‘Hmm,’ he thought. ‘That could be my undoing. Oh well, I’ll be fine and keep playing the innocent child.’
At last he opened his eyes. The sun had long since risen, but Shaun guessed it would have been bright anyway. The walls were white, the roof was white, his bed was white. There was a white curtain drawn between him and the snoring person. But there was some colour in the room. Three were blue shelves along the wall behind his bed and a black TV hanging from the roof on the other side of the room.
Shaun saw a table on his right. He checked the clock on it. It was past 8:30, so there was nothing to watch on TV. He continued to look the room over. Finally, he found a service call button in the wall above his bed. He pressed it, lay back, and waited.
He had only a minute or so to wait. After that time, a nurse strolled in, smiling. She stood by his bed and looked down at him before speaking. ‘Good morning. How are we today?’
Shaun smirked as he replied, ‘I’m pretty cruddy. Don’t know about you.’
The nurses smile seemed to flicker briefly, then returned in all its splendour. ‘Well I’m fine today. How may I help you?’
‘By telling me when breakfast is coming.’ Shaun didn’t like the nurse, due to all her smiling, so he was trying to be a bit if a jerk.
‘Whenever you want it. What would you like?’
‘Any chance of...toast and peanut butter?’
‘Of course. I’ll have it ready in a few minutes. Hey, Andy!’
A snort came from the bed next to Shaun, followed by a voice. ‘Yeah, what?’
The nurse replied, ‘Would you like your breakfast now?’
‘Sure, why not?’
The nurse smiled and bustles out of the room.
Shaun waited a moment, then spoke to the person on the other side of the curtain. ‘Hey, Andy, you mind if I pull these curtains back?’
‘Not at all. I was about to ask you the same question.’
Shaun flung his sheets to the left, swung his legs over the right edge of the bed and stood. Clutching the curtains, he pulled them back until they were all grouped against the wall. Then he looked at the person ion the next bed.
It was another young boy, about Shaun’s age. His blue eyes sparkled and his blonde hair seemed to glow golden in the morning sunlight, which was streaming through a window on the wall opposite the door. He had a friendly smile upon his face and his arms were lying out loosely on the bedsheets. The rest of his body was under covers.
Shaun took a step forward and stick out his hand, introducing himself. ‘Hi. I’m Shaun Nickson.’
The boy grabbed Shaun’s hand and shook it vigorously. ‘I’m sure you know my first name, but not my last. I’m Andy Dawson. Pleased to meet you.’
Shaun could not help smiling at Andy’s positive demeanour. ‘Nice to meet you. So…’ He thought for a moment. ‘What are you in for?’
‘Gotta have an operation on me leg. Some kind of serious damage when it got cut open. How about you?’
‘Well, I think it’ll take a while to sink in, but my mother killed my dad and sis and tried to kill me, but she only cut my cheek. I’m guessing they’re keeping me monitored in here until the cops figure out where I’m going. So how did you cut your leg?’
Glad not to be left on the subject of ‘Shaun’s murderous mother,’ Andy replied quickly. ‘I was out with my friends. They wanted to show me something supposedly cool. But we had to climb over a barbed ire fence in the process. One of me shoelaces somehow got caught, I fell forward and the leg got torn by a few of the barbs, one after the other. If it were only one, the cut would not have been as deep. There was some extreme pain, but only until my head smacked into the ground on the other side.’
Shaun now noticed the crutches leaning upon Andy’s table. ‘So you can’t walk on it anymore?’
‘Not safely. If I do, the pressure from my weight may burst some stitches. But I can’t feel my leg anyway. Now, if you’ll excuse me,’ Andy threw back his sheets, leaned over to grab his crutches and stood up. ‘I’ll be visiting the toilet before breakfast arrives.’
As Andy swung himself towards the back of the room, Shaun finally saw the door to the toilet. He could barely see it, having a bad angle and being hidden behind the selves across the wall. As Andy swung through the doorway, all Shaun could see of his left leg was bandaged.
Andy had only been in the bathroom a few seconds when the nurse returned with breakfast. She attached Shaun’s tray to his bed, the did likewise for Andy. Then she looked at Shaun and spoke. ‘I got you both water and orange juice, since you didn’t specify a drink.’ Then she walked out again.
Shaun looked at Andy’s breakfast. A bowl of Corn Flakes, toast with strawberry jam, a banana and some orange juice. Shaun was still looking at the spread when he heard the toilet flush and Andy swung out a few moments later.
‘Alright, breakfast! Let’s eat, eh Shaun?’
Shaun smiled. ‘Sure, why not?’
Shaun finished his breakfast within two minutes, so he tried to re-establish conversation. ‘So, how long have you been in here?’
Andy swallowed his juice before replying. ‘I came in two days ago. I go into operation tomorrow and then spend another four days here.’
‘And exactly how old are you?’
‘I’m ten, but I turn eleven next week.’
‘Which day?’
‘Friday. I’m hopefully having a party on Saturday.’
‘That’s a great way to spend your birthday.’
‘How?’
‘With a stuffed leg.’
‘Oh, true.’
A new voice entered the conversation. ‘Shaun.’
Shaun turned. A man and woman of about forty years were standing in the doorway, along with a policewoman. The cop had spoken.
‘It’s been decided that you’re going to live with your godparents.’
‘Hey, well that’s alright. Better than an orphanage,’ Said Shaun. ‘Oh yeah, Andy, these are my godparents, Johan and Satol Sakre. It would seem their son is a school today.’
‘That’s right. It’s nice to meet you, Andy,’ Said Satol, Shaun’s godmother.
‘Same,’ said Andy, remaining in his bed.
‘Are you coming, Shaun?’ asked Johan.
‘I guess so. See ya, Andy. No idea if I’ll ever see you again.’
‘Righto. See you, Shaun.’
Shaun rose from his bed and walked to his godparents. As he walked through the door, he took one last look at Andy, who was still smiling at him, before continuing down the hall behind Johan and Satol.
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