Hi all, ever start out thinking you knew were your headed and end up somewere totally unexpected. I Retired, joined a wood turning club last year and started turning, saw Snake oil was having Heart auction, donated a couple items and found this site. Then this writing board pops up, totally unexpected. I think the FORCE leads us more than we know :>). 

I have wrote a few things for my own entertainment, never shared any. They are works in progress as everythime I read one I rewrite some part.

Saw this group and thought I'd put one up from 2008 - never  was to good in english, but here it is (for your pleasure or pain??).

Title - Awaking

Sam Bartnel looked out the open window near his bed. Outside was a spacious walled lawn with scattered trees and benches. A few people were on the walkway that twisted through the lawn.

As a nurse came into his view, Sam realized he had been staring in the direction of a man seated on a bench. The nurse pushed a wheelchair to the bench and helped the man into the chair. It was then Sam noticed the missing leg. He did not recognize, nor remember ever meeting this man, but still an uncomfortable feeling came over Sam as he watched the Nurse roll the man away.

It was a beautiful day outside and Sam’s eyes lingered at the window. A Song Bird set in a tree. The sunlight shined though the window and bathed Sam’s right side. Sam’s side was uncomfortably warm. He rolled onto his left side, away from the sunlight, and fell asleep.

This was the end of Rose’s first week on the 5^th floor, she pick up a clipboard and stepped out of the Nurses’ Station. The Hospital required the Head Nurse to check each patient before the end of each shift. The 5^th floor was full, 25 patients, and 1st shift ended in 30 minutes. Rose checked the paper work on the clipboard and walked to room 501. A Nurses Aid was helping a patient out of a wheel chair and into his bed. Rose asked the patient how he felt today, as she reviewed his chart.

Rose continued her rounds, stopping for a word with each patient and reviewing their chart. Room 505 was sleeping, Rose decided to check 505 last. The 2^nd shift Nurses were beginning to filter into the facility. It had been a hot day; Rose daydreamed of her pouch, a glass of Tea and a cool breeze.

522 always wanted to talk, Rose’s head nodded as she checked the chart and assured 522’s dinner would be as requested. Mary, the 2^nd shift head nurse, came in and asked if Rose would like help finishing the check. Rose asked Mary to check room 505.

Mary was in 505, when Rose entered, their wide eyes flashed at one another. The patient was lying at the edge of the bed and appeared to be at risk of falling to the floor.

Both Nurses ran to the bed, Rose blocking the patient from rolling off the bed. From the opposite side Mary reached across to roll the patient to the center of the bed. Just then the patient awoke, yarned and looked up into Rose and Mary’s frozen faces. He said jokingly, relax ladies I’m fine.

Mary left the room as Rose asked how he was feeling. He thought to himself, his mind seemed clear, but he felt very weak. He saw no visible bandages and had no pain. It was concerning that he did not remember entering a hospital. But he reasoned that people sometimes experience short memory losses when first awakening, he had a good memory and the answers would come to him. He watched as Rose placed her stephiscope on his chest and told him to take a deep breath. Next Rose took his pulse and blood pressure. Mary had not returned and Rose was getting anxious. Rose wanted to go to the door and look up the hall, but dare not risk leaving the patient's bed side. Rose wondered who had left the guardrail down; tomorrow the day shift would have to do some explaining! Could the rails have been down since the morning linen change? Rose was concerned that raising the rails might alarm the patient. Trying to look busy Rose hoped Mary would be back soon, what was taking so long. Rose knew little about 505. Doctor Ross had looked in a couple times this week and the nurses had done their work without comment. Rose’s 505 visits were limited to checking the chart, bedding, etc..

Just then Mary returned with two 3^rd shift nurses. Rose and Mary moved to the corner of the room, while the 3^rd shift nurses took positions on either side of the bed and began fluffing and fussing over the patient’s comfort.

Rose asked Mary why she had returned without a Doctor! Mary explained a Doctor was not available due to the shift change, adding that an administrative clerk had run to the parking lot in hopes of catching Doctor Ross before he reached his car. They knew Doctor Ross would be upset if he was missed.

Just then Doctor Ross entered the room, he took a second to observe the patient enjoying the nurses attention. Ross then walked to the bed with a smile and asked “How is the patient today”. The patient looked up with a weak grin stating he could get use the attention. Ross asked a couple more questions, the patient could not remember the name of his attending Doctor, but stated his own name correctly.

Doctor Ross took Rose and Mary into the hall and informed them he would stay with the patient, gave Mary instructions to find Doctor Linclair and began questioning Rose.

When Doctor Ross was satisfied, he excused Rose and walked back into the room. The nurses had raised the guardrails and the patient appeared relaxed. Doctor Ross acknowledged the nurses and began his own examination. The Doctor directed a light into the patient’s eyes, all the time making small talk and asking simple questions.

Doctor Linclair entered the room as Ross placed his penlight into his shirt pocket. The two Doctors had spoke of this day and how they should act. However, Doctor Linclair had given up hope that this day would come. Ross was not the patient’s original Doctor, Ross was a young Doctor hired only a few months earlier. Under Linclair’s supervision, Doctor Ross was allowed to modify the patient’s treatment. The changes were simple, massages, drug reductions and a request that the nurses talked to the patient while they preformed their regular duties. Had Doctor Ross’s methods produced a change or was it just Time, Linclair did not know.

Sam Bartnel was now lying on his back and his stomach was feeling empty. He estimated he had napped for an hour or more, but still felt weak. The sunlight still shined through his window, but the Sun was how lower in the sky and no longer hot. Sam laid dead still as he took in the room.

Doctors Ross and Linclair had explained Sam’s situation. The nurses had attended to all his needs; He had tasted a little food, but could not get it down. Now he was alone, his mind racing. He took in every aspect of the room. Was it true, had he laid here that long?

 Time can be a joy or an eternity, for Sam Bartnel it was neither. He had no memories. Doctor Linclair had explained that of all Sam’s company, only he and 1 other had survived the battle. The enemy had overrun his company; Sam had suffered multiple wounds and laid on the battlefield overnight. His division had counterattacked; Sam’s fallen comrades were found and buried in the battlefield. As a result of Sam wounds he had gone into a comma.  That was 2 years ago. Sam listened in disbelieve, the story could have been a fabrication! Was he in the service? He did not remember being in the service, nor did he have memories of a battle or fallen comrades? He had no memories!

Sam laid back as the evening breeze enter his window, Sam felt tired and while recalling the warmth of the afternoon Sun he fell asleep.

Rose was now home. Rose sipped her drink and felt the evening breeze cross the porch. Rose looked out across the yard and searched her mind, she knew that she had forgotten something important, something she wanted to review with the 5^th floor staff tomorrow. Rose’s tight neck muscles loosened as she leaned her head onto her high backed rocker. Enough of work, she would remember in the morning.