Stay

Thinking that this must be all some sort of nightmare or naively thinking it must be a case of mistaken identity, Sarah calmed her breathing and looked forwards to the door, almost willing it to open with her thoughts as a spew of cold air filtering beneath, blew into the room and stiffened her nipples.

Shivering a little from the cold but trying to refrain from looking anywhere else than at the door, she dragged her fingers, backwards through her hair and interlocked them behind her neck. "This cant be happening." She whispered as she thought about her last movements and how she got here, retracing her last memories and building an image in her head.

~

"Mr Evans has an acute case of fibromyalgia. Doctor Roberts? What would you recommend?" The head of orthopaedics questioned as Sarah along with four other junior doctors, including doctor James Roberts gathered round the middle of the ward.

"I would recommend painkillers to begin with and perhaps look at a course of antidepressants." James replied as he looked up from his flip chart.

"Spot on, and you. What is it, what is it?" The head asked as he flipped through the pages of his notebook before finally adding "Doctor Grieves?"

"Um," Sarah hesitated, her wandering hand looking to scratch an imaginary intch on her head before saying "I would look at therapies, such as cognitive behavioural or counselling. Perhaps even lifestyle changes." She replied with a nervous smile and clicking her fingers quietly so to suppress her need of a scratch.

~

Shaking her head and absentmindedly scratching her head and looking to her left, a telltale sign for anyone that knew her, knew she had some sort of an idea or plan forming. Sarah relieved the moments of rounds and sighed heavily as she fast forwarded in her mind to getting a coffee then stuffing a receipt in her back pocket. "Jesus fuck!" She breathed out, sitting her bare ass cheeks down firmly on her feet and pursing her lips together in frustration.