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the boy.
Wednesday, 28 January 2009
this was apparently a must-read from my teacher.
THE STORY OF THE BOY
‘Wow?’ I thought as I stood there in awe looking at everything around me. This was nothing like I expected it to be. All the women looked like newsreaders with shiny black high heels and made up faces which looked perfect, almost like a touched up magazine cover. And all the men looked like models advertising for aftershave showing off their beautiful golden abs. Even the babies looked perfect, baby pink clothes for the girls and sky blue clothes for the boys. It seemed like every one of them was smiling or just being drop dead gorgeous and none of them were crying or making a fuss. Looking down at myself wearing a faded black t-shirt which was over-worn and a pair of shorts which showed off my prickly hairy legs that needed shaving and trainers which were far too small for me I thought ‘What happened to me? I really need to do something major to my fashion sense and my wei…. OWWW’ I wailed as a sharp heel landed right on my toenail and a pointy elbow smashed through my ear drum. I felt my back landing onto my luggage and my prickly legs being sliced on a chair.
‘Next time watch where you’re going’ said a tall, slim, middle aged lady with a pointy nose wearing a long fur coat. And as she shook her head in disgust I heard her muttering ‘These chinks’ under her sweet smelling breath.
I wanted to hit her so badly but at the same time I was scared of her. ‘What is wrong with people in first class?!’ I shouted in my mind and tried to stand up but I realised I couldn’t, blood was flowing down my leg like Niagara Falls. Almost instantly, I felt the pain and tears flowing down my cheeks like a leaking tap.
‘Oh my gawd! Are you alright? Euh, that’s a disgusting thing to say, obviously you’re not alright. Come on lets get you wrapped up and…Oh my gawd.’ I heard a beautiful, gorgeous voice ringing in my injured ear and I turned around to see a blonde haired and dark eyed boy who wasn’t much older than me. As he ripped off his coat I caught a glance of the label, Burberry. Oh my gosh, no way am I going to accept help from a posh person after my bad experience with them. ‘Erm..I’m ok really. It just looks bad but it isn’t really. Thanks for your help though. I’ll go seek medical attention myself. Thanks.’
He looked shocked, really shocked when I managed to stand up by myself but after a few seconds I realised I was falling and his shocked face turned into a slightly curved mouth-a smile in other words. I seemed to have fallen right into his arms which ensured I was in safe hands.
‘Hey Pete? Could you grab her luggage for me please?’ he was speaking to an invisible man who I didn’t notice until now. It was his butler. How posh is he?!
‘Seriously, I’m ok. Please let me down’
‘No silly. Just stay put, you’re not ok. Stop struggling because I’ll just tighten my grip on you that’s all. Come on, trust me.’ I trusted him, he was the only normal person. Although he was posh, he was normal like any other middle class person.
‘Hmmm, this doesn’t look good at all’ said the doctor as he was examining my large gash. I was scared, frightened and cold although it was boiling in the medical room. I needed someone reassuring and I needed someone’s reassuring hand to grab. I turned round to where ‘the boy’ was sitting and he seemed to have read my mind. He grabbed on to my hand, gave it a nice, tight, supportive squeeze and a tiny smile which was followed by a wink. ‘I don’t think you should be here. This medical clinic in this airport is far too basic. Give me your details and I’ll ask my secretary to tell your parents I am sending you to a hospital.’
‘Ermm. I don’t know how to explain this but …I have no parents. I mean… my mum sent me here to meet my dad who I’ve never seen before, but apparently he’s in a meeting right now and doesn’t have the time to meet me. And..and what’s wrong with these rich people cos’ all they care about is work work work.’
I needed a hug and I needed tissue to wipe my fresh tears from my face which I failed to keep in. I flung my arms around ‘the boy’ and he held me tight as if he understood the position I was in. ‘I’m scared, what if I have to get my leg amputated?’ He let go of me and rested his arms on my shoulders and faced me.
‘Don’t talk of things that are utterly impossible. Ok? You won’t need your legs amputated we’ll find out what’s happening and I’ll go with you to the hospital.’ And instead of using a tissue, he used his hands to wipe my tears away. I felt braver: that was all I needed.
We got into a private car which had big green letters saying ‘ECNALUBMA’. I was so confused but I wasn’t scared. Why did I need to be rushed to the hospital? Was it something serious? What was it? Why was no one telling me anything? I was thinking of all these questions all the way to the hospital. And when we reached it, which seemed to be a matter of a few minutes, I was rushed into A & E to be examined. My leg was stitched up, my toe was bandaged and my ear was examined.
‘Well your leg doesn’t look too good to me. The cut looks infected, and without the proper care, the infection would spread and your leg might need to be amputated. So, I suggest you stay in the hospital until the infection is fully heeled,’ said doctor Nudbury.
‘But, why is it infected? And why did I have to be rushed so fast to this hospital?’
‘That is what I was trying to get to. Do you remember what you sliced your leg on?’ The lady stepped on my toe, and hit my ear. And then I fell and I fell onto my luggage, I thought as I tried to recall exactly what had happened. ‘Ah! I cut my leg on a chair which had a stick sticking out on the side.’
‘Was it rusty?’
‘Erm, yeah I think so. But I’m not too sure. Why?’
‘Getting cut by something rusty could be deadly and I think the stick was rusty.’
Could be deadly. My face dropped, and the three words ‘could be deadly’ echoed in my busted ear. ‘But…how?’ By then, I realised that Doctor Nudbury had left my room. I began to shiver so hard that the bed started squeaking and I was sure I was going to suffocate, I needed ‘the boy’. Where was he?‘What? Oh yeah, I know her. Oh my gawd, I was the one who came here with her. No, I don’t understand. I want to be with her right now. What’s the problem? So what if I’m not her family? Why don’t you ask her then?’ the angry but familiar voice said.
*Panic* I wiped away my tears and acted like everything’s fine.
He continued, ‘excuse me Doctor Nudbury? Could you please explain to this nurse here why I AM allowed to see Sarah Buckingham?’
‘Oh,ermm. We couldn’t track down any of her family, so we are allowing him to visit her until we find her family,’ explained Doctor Nudbury to the stubborn nurse who didn’t let ‘the boy’ visit me.
‘See what I mean, I told you. Yeah, I thought so, walk away without an apology. I even brought her food cos’ this hospital’s food is so darn CRAP.’
‘The boy’ opened the door and shut it with a slight slam. I could tell he was angry, but he still managed to smile for me. He hurried to my bed side and poured out the contents of his plastic bag excitedly.
‘You haven’t eaten have you? See, I bought you some chips and a cheese burger from Burger King. Are you alright? You don’t look too good? Is this hospital treating you right? Especially that nurse who tried to stop me from coming in.’ How did he notice? I tried my best to seem normal.
‘Yeah I’m fine. Its cos’ I’ve just woken up.’
‘Ok then. Do you want to eat now? Or wait for a bit?’
‘Let’s eat now. I’m starving.’
He smiled, showing off his white and perfect teeth and his eyes was semi-circled. He is so buff. ‘Ok, here. I bought you chips and a cheese burger is that alright?’
‘Ermm’, I hesitated, but I knew I would have to tell him. ‘I don’t eat beef. Only fish, sorry.’
He froze, ‘oh man. I’m so sorry. I’ll go get another one. Arghh, I should’ve asked you before going to get it. Be right back. I’ll be two minutes.’
‘Noo. Its O…K’ He was gone, I tried to stop him, but I failed.
‘To the left, to the left’ I sang, to take my mind off the three letter phrase, ‘could be deadly’. ‘Everything you own in the bo..’ I was interrupted by the screeching of brakes and a loud bang which was followed by screams. Oh my God, ‘the boy’. What if that was him? Shut up, Sarah. I had to see what happened, I needed to be sure. As I struggled out of bed and peered out of the window, I could see the sun rays shining on a stationery car and lying on top was a boy, I knew it was him. At the same time, I could hear a baby start crying, and the red buzzer in the room started buzzing and the clocks started chiming. I felt like everything was happening at once and I felt like I was going to suffocate if I didn’t find out what had happened. I needed to find out. I grabbed my crutches and wobbled as fast as possible down to the entrance. Flying past me on the stretcher was ‘the boy’.
‘Miss Buckingham? Are you ok?’ I tried sitting up on my bed. Why was I even here? I froze. The boy.
‘The boy. I need to see the boy. Please bring me down to see him. Please.’ I grabbed on to the nurse pleadingly, tears ran down my cheeks.
She looked confused, ‘Who miss? Who are you talking about?’ What’s his name? I don’t even know his name. Then I noticed his butler, Pete, sitting in the corner with his face buried in his hands. ‘Pete, Pete. Tell her. Who I’m talking about.’
‘Miss Buckingham’ he walked towards me and clasped my hands ‘they tried their best, but he lost a lot of blood.’
I flopped down back onto my bed, ‘is he … ?’ ‘Yes, miss, unfortunately.’ He interrupted me without even letting me say the last four-letter-D-word. I started shivering and crying.
‘Yes, he’s in intensive care.’
What?, I sat up. ‘What?’, I couldn’t help but smile, ‘then when can I go visit him?’
‘Visiting time starts in five minutes. But are you sure you are ready for this? He is in a coma and there is only a 25% chance he is going to wake up in 24 hours. They are going switch the machine off if he doesn’t.’
I didn’t know what to feel, I was shocked but at the same time I wasn’t, my muscles ached. ‘I need to see him. I need to see him! Now!’ I screamed. I didn’t care if I shouted like a spoilt brat or not, I just wanted to be next to him.
Both Pete and the nurse helped me onto a wheelchair and wheeled me to the intensive care. Lying there, pale and scratched up was him, ‘the boy’. I wheeled myself up to him and tried to talk but the tears were just overtaking my ability to talk.
‘I’m sorry… its all my fault. I should have watched where I was going in the airport. Its all my fault that this has happened to you. But please wake up. I want you, I need you. I don’t even know your name. I need to hear it from you.’ I grabbed his hand in hope of experiencing the nice tight squeeze he gave me earlier on. But his hand failed to grip mine. I rested my head on the side of his bed. ‘I want to know your name. Please.’ And watched as a tear dropped onto his hand. I closed my eyes. And at the same time I felt his band move and grip onto mine.
‘Its Ben,’ I heard a weak yet familiar voice.
NAOMI BERRY.:)