Lucas

Lucas

 

I sit the bed up, still taking to her softly, when I’m satisfied she’s not going to run or attack me I turn my back to her to pour her a glass of water.  I feel horrible treating her this way, like she’s some kind of unpredictable animal but until I’m sure she’s completely herself again I don’t want to take any chances.  My wrist is still throbbing in it’s cast.

 

I remove the mask before passing her the glass of water and she gulps it down.  She doesn’t hand it back to me but I take it off her anyway, before replacing the mask, she is strong enough to do a lot of damage even with just a glass.  I sit down and wait for her to look at me again, I wonder if her strange behaviour is just the sedative, how much she remembers and how angry she is with me.  I steel myself “Go on Bree, I’m sure you have some questions for me, or is there anything you want to tell me?”