• I lay in my hospital bed all the time while Dr Felling and the nurse tried to convince me to take the medication. I stayed silent and pretended to listen to what they were saying. After they had tried to convince me as best they could I just simply shook my head and refused the medication. Eventually after a grueling 2 hours of trying to convince me they gave up and wandered out of the room with very disappointed looks on their faces.
    The rest of that day was total pain. I wished I had taken the medication just to take it away. I couldn’t think like that though. I knew I had to see him somehow and I was going to tonight. I sat like a good little patient for the rest of the day eating all of the horrible hospital food that tasted like soap and battled through it. My Mum and Dad came to visit during the visiting hours. It was unbelievably hard trying to talk to them.
    “So how are you feeling?” my Dad asked me.
    “Fine,” I said unconvincingly, one word answers were safer considering that I couldn’t tell him how I really felt or that my ribs were becoming sore because they would call the nurse in for some painkillers.
    There was a long and awkward silence after that and no-one spoke for a while and considering that I didn’t want to be the first one to break the silence I stayed quiet for the whole time. My mum turned the small portable TV on and started watching Coronation Street.
    “You like Corrie don’t you Honey?” she asked breaking the beautiful silence that gave me a chance to plan my escape.
    “Yeah,” I said unenthusiastically.
    The nurse suddenly opened the door and announced that the visiting hours were over. My parents rose from their seats and walked out of the door without saying goodbye and then the door was shut again. I lay in my bed feeling a little bit guilty. A few hours passed and finally night came and everything was dark.
    I quietly gathered my clothes from under my bed that my mum and dad brought earlier that day and got changed in the dark. I stuffed my massive teddy that my friend Rebecca bought me as a get well soon present under the duvet. I had no idea which floor I was on so it was a big risk jumping out of the window plus with sore ribs that idea was unthinkable. Seeing as my only other option was to quietly creep around the hospital without being seen that was what I had to choose. I took my bag with my mobile and my money and walked to the elevator at the other end of the corridor. I tried very hard not to draw attention to myself. I crept pass the cafeteria that was on the ground floor of the hospital along with the crèche. I ran out of the doors and down the path near my house. I pulled out my fairly new mobile phone and tried dialing his number.
    Of course being me I hadn’t bothered to check whether or not I had credit on my phone to call anyone on. I ran down to the end of the street and found a phone box and eventually found a 20 pence piece to use the phone and I wasn’t surprised that he didn’t answer but I had another back-up. I ran down the little alleyway to where his house was and wasn’t surprised to see there was no sign of life and it appeared that there had never been. Maybe he and his family had all been a dream. No it couldn’t have been it was so vivid. Could it have been?