Lindsay couldn’t remember if they gave her something to help her sleep, or if she was so traumatized she blocked everything out, but she didn’t recall getting in the ambulance. When she opened her eyes she found herself in a hospital bed with the worried face of her mam looking down at her.
“Oh thank God. I was worried you’d never open your eyes again,” she said as she planted a kiss on Lindsay’s cheek. “I had no idea what was happening or we’d have come back sooner.”
Lindsay smiled weakly. “It wouldn’t have changed anything.”
“I spoke to Mel’s mam at the funeral, she….”
“The Funeral! I missed the funeral? How long have I been in hospital?”
“Since yesterday afternoon, the funeral was this morning.”
“I wanted to go, I wanted to say good-bye.”
“You can say goodbye any time. It was a lovely service. Reverend Stegall made it very personal, he christened her you know, back in 1959.”
“He shouldn’t be burying her yet though, she’s too young, why did this happen?”
“It’s the bloody IRA, why do they do anything?”
“It wasn’t the IRA mam, the man who did this was grief-stricken at losing his sister. Cross fire with the British Army and the IRA. He lost his mind.”
“Yes, lost his mind and killed over a hundred people.” Lindsay’s mam said bitterly.
No one spoke for a while.
“There was a policewoman at the funeral, she asked after you.”
“Barbara? She was helping me.”
“Helping you with what?”
“Don’t worry about it now, I’ll tell you another time. You wouldn’t understand.”
Her mam’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “You’re not in trouble again are you? Please tell me you weren’t smoking that cannabis stuff again. Didn’t you learn your lesson last time.”
“No mam, I haven’t smoked any cannabis, I told you I’m over that.”
A nurse walked into the room, saving Lindsay from a conversation that was making her anxious rather than soothing her.
“Hi Lindsay, the doctor’s coming in to check you out, he’ll probably give you the all clear to go home.” She looked at Lindsay’s mam. “Could you leave us for a few minutes please while we examine her.”
A young Indian doctor appeared in the doorway. “How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Tired,” Lindsay replied.
“It’s shock, you have been trough a lot in the last week and sometimes, in these circumstances your brain shuts down because it can’t cope with anymore. It makes you tired. Sleep blocks out the pain. Sometimes its a good thing.”
The doctor pointed a light into Lindsay’s eyes as he spoke. He checked her pulse, put a stethoscope on her back, took her temperature and asked her questions. Lindsay answered automatically, but her attention was focused on the doorway.
“Was anyone else admitted to hospital with me, did anyone else survive?” she asked.
The nurse hung her head as she answered, “No, sorry pet, were they your friends. Two young men died at the scene. There was an explosion, they were dead before they hit the water.”
Lindsay continued to stare at the doorway where Michael stood. No one else saw him. He smiled at her. It was a beautiful smile.
“Michael, I’m sorry.” She said.
Both the doctor and the nurse followed Lindsay’s gaze, but all they saw was an empty doorway.
“We may have to keep you in for observation.” The doctor said with a worried look on his face.
“Did you find anything wrong with me?” Lindsay asked.
“Then I’m going home.”
And another short story comes to and end. My head is full of them, so pretty soon another will begin. I hope they give you some pleasure, I certainly enjoy writing them. I’ve provided a link to my first novel below. It took me a couple of years to write and perfect, but I think it was worth it. It may be the best $0.99 you’ll ever spend, who knows?
Dead of July