Never Again

Chapter 6: Hospital

'Is a croissant and some orange juice possible?

'Of course, dear. I'll be back in a bit, go lay down for a while, it'll make you feel better,' she swiftly put her warm hand on Keira's arm when she said the last sentence.

Keira smiled at her and followed her instructions. It indeed made her feel better instantly, the pillow was very soft. She felt her eyes close again and she didn't fight the feeling of sleep washing over her.

She woke up again from the sounds of stuff being put on her bedside table. When she opened her eyes she saw the same nurse preparing the table for her breakfast. The nurse turned the foldable table towards her and let Keira sit up. It looked delicious, especially for hospital standards and she was very thankful that the nurse had got her some food. To her surprise the orange juice was fresh.

The nurse noticed her surprised face and gave her an encouraging smile. 'I thought you would like that, I got it from the nurses lounge. You look like you could need some TLC,' her face now looked worried.

'It is very nice, thank you,' Keira thanked her, 'but I don't want to cause any inconvenience.'

'Oh no dear, it really wasn't. Someone has to take care of you!'

Keira picked up her croissant and took a bite. She saw the nurse backing out of the room and smiled, she had been very nice. The orange juice was delicious and she couldn't remember the last time she had fresh juice. She made a mental note for herself to make it at home more often. It wasn't that she hadn't wanted to make it, but she was always just too lazy to do it. From now on it was time that she took better care of herself, she had neglected herself long enough.

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Keira had been watching some TV and had made herself comfortable as far as that was possible in a hard hospital bed. A nurse had brought her some more pillows and she now had a jug of water next to her bed. Not much time had passed since breakfast, but it felt already like an eternity. She didn't want to stay in bed, but she had to until the doctor had came to examine her. She dreaded that perspective, she hated the feeling of someone touching her body and she didn't want to face the awkward questions that were going to be asked unmistakably. At that moment she heard the door opening and the doctor walked in. As a reflex she pulled the covers up a bit higher, just leaving her head visible.

'Hi, I'm doctor Fields,' he held out his hand and Keira shook it reluctantly. 'How are you feeling? Better than last night?' his eyes were friendly.

'I don't remember much from last night,' she answered.

'Well, you were unconscious and the ambulance brought you in. It seems like someone hit you quite forcefully. You were found laying on the street. Do you remember who did this?'

Keira was mystified, the last thing she remembered was that David and the drunken guy were there next to her. She couldn't really think of why she had been alone, David wouldn't have left her behind. Or would he? An unpleasant feeling made its way to her stomach, maybe he hadn't cared at all. He had been in such a state last night and she didn't even know what he was capable of.

'I can't really remember. Only some drunk shouting stuff at me and harassing me,' she looked down at her hands, not wanting to tell the truth. She could hear him sigh and he looked sad, he clearly had hoped that she could provide some information.

'It doesn't matter, we took good care of you and you'll be as good as new in a few weeks. It's only too bad that we can't give anything to the police. The person who did this to you should be locked up,' he gave Keira a serious look.

She still couldn't face him and kept herself busy with scraping some of the old nail polish off her nails.

'I'll now examine you, to look how you're injuries are healing and how your overall health is,' he pulled the stethoscope from around his neck and made her lean forward, so that he could listen to her lungs. He pulled open the gown she was wearing ant put the cold metal on her back.