By the looks of his t-shirt the
nurse decided it had never been folded neatly and stored in a
tidy draw. By the looks of him he obviously avoided washing and
his mother didn’t seem to care what state he left the house.
Yet, after his bed bath the nurse was proud to say he scrubbed
up quite well. She watched him as he lay there still unconscious
from the anaesthetic. She felt sorry that he didn’t seem
cared for. He was bound to come round soon. It hadn’t been
major surgery just urgent. She checked his dressing on his hip.
He’d be just fine.
“Ow!” he screamed, waking as she hurt his side. “What
ya doing woman?” he spat at her.
Mickey came to with an agonising bang, He felt where the pain
was emanating and feeling the dressing he started to panic.
“What’s this?” he asked as the tube in his arm
stopped him from putting both hands to his side. “What’s
this shit in my arm?”
The nurse had jumped back from the bed and at the recognition
his anger was now a little too scared to approach the bed again.
She asked gently trying to calm him down, “Do you remember
what happened? Do you remember how you got here?”
He scowled and tried to scratch his head, the tube getting caught
up. He bit his lip in recollection. The nurse watching as the
fear and confusion showed on his face.
He started talking slowly, almost to himself, “Yeah. I was
out with my home boys at a party. Someone’s house party,
I don’t know who’s house. We were messing around a
bit we were having fun.”
The nurse looked a little quizzical. She asked bluntly, “So
how did you come to be stabbed?”
Mickey squirmed around, “Yeah, well. Well you know, things
sort of got a bit out of hand. We sort of had a bit of a fight.
Yeah. It was in the kitchen.” Mickey pulled himself painfully
into a better sitting position. “How are my homies? Are
The nurse seemed quite happy about this, “Oh yes,”
she said, “you were the only one hurt. Do you not remember?
Look maybe the doctor can tell you more. He’ll be here sho0rtly
after he has spoken to the police.”
Mickey became agitated spluttering, “The police are here?”
Pretty much answering his own question he swung his legs out of
bed and gently lowered himself to the floor. It wasn’t as
painful standing he noticed.
“You can’t leave,” the nurse said, adding, “You’ve
got a serious injury and an IV in your arm.”
Mickey cocked his head at her and while looking her in the eyes
ripped the IV from his arm.
“Not any more I don’t. And I ain’t staying to
meet up with no police.” He looked around the room, “Where’s
Mickey spied his t-shirt and walking slowly over to it he pulled
it over his head. “Where’re my jeans?” He asked.
Apologetically the nurse explained that they were bloodied and
needed to be cut off him. His face was distraught at this carnage.
But instead of shouting he walked out of the room shaking his
head. The nurse hit the panic button by his bed. Mickey meanwhile
legged it down the corridor darting into a room and stealing a
sleeping mans trousers and wallet. Ducking out of the doors to
the stairs Mickey realized that his side actually hurt less now.
Catching a glimpse of himself in a window he saw he had a big
black eye too. Touching his face his marvelled at the strength
of the drugs they had given him. Maybe he should have taken the
IV with him. It was then that he realized he didn’t have
any of his jewellery on, his earrings, his eyebrow ring and pinkie
ring. Well he was damn sure he wasn’t going to leave them,
so he found an orderly jacket and putting that on made his way
back to his room.
Mickey made his way back to his room circuitously. Approaching
his old room he thanked his good luck that it was empty. Of course
it would be the last place they would look for him. He chuckled
at the stupidity of the police. He found and pocketed his jewellery
and unhooked the IV before making his way down the corridor again.
Just as he did he saw two policemen walking toward him? He lifted
up the IV in an effort to hide his face.
“You alright mate?” One of the officers asked him.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m just taking this vi to the doctor.”
“No mate.” The officer said as he blocked Mickey’s
path, “I was wondering about your side.”
Mickey looked down and saw the blood seeping through the t-shirt
and through the jacket. In a panic Mickey tried to push past them
and run away but he was weak and blacked out all over again.