Friday, September 16, 2011

Friday Fiction: Love is Where You Find It. 2

Note:  If you missed part one of this story last week, go back and read it here.

When Adelaide came to, she heard a beep, beep coming from somewhere behind her, and she was in an unfamiliar bed.  She opened her eyes to see a large, pleasant-faced woman in a nurse’s uniform peering down at her.
“Welcome back to the land of the living, Mrs. Cunningham,” the nurse smiled, as she removed the oxygen tube that had been helping Addie breathe from the side of her mouth.  

“Where am I? What happened?’ Adelaide inquired weakly. 

“Dr. Winston will fill you in; I just buzzed him.”

At the sound of footsteps, Adelaide turned to see Doc Winston, in light blue scrubs approaching her bed.  “You are in the Coronary Care Unit at Meadowview Hospital,” said the doctor “because you had a heart attack.  Luckily, your daughter dialed 911 and the EMT’s started working on you within ten minutes of her call, which is why you are here.  They had you stabilized by the time you arrived at Emergency.  An MRI determined you had a blockage in a blood vessel near your heart and we operated immediately and installed a shunt.  You’ll be here for several days, and you’ll need to recover in a stress-free environment for a while after that.

“Stress-free?  That’s not likely to happen,” thought Adelaide as she dimly remembered Felicia and how they had been at each other’s throats.

It was as though Dr. Winston could read her mind.  “I met Felicia, by the way.  She tells me that she and her daughter have been living with you.  From the vibes I picked up, I have a feeling that going back there with her is not likely to be the stress free environment I had in mind.  You may want to weigh your alternatives.”  With a smile and a nod, he exited the room.

Adelaide spent the rest of the day drifting in and out of sleep.  The IV in her arm was delivering pain medication which was making her feel wonderfully afloat.  Even though the automatic blood pressure cuff on her arm would inflate automatically periodically, it wasn’t enough to keep her fully awake.  

By the second day, in the CCU, Adelaide had become accustomed to the activity.  At frequent intervals, the nurse would come in, check her vital signs, replace the IV bags, and tend to her needs.  Adelaide closed her eyes.  She seemed just so tired.  The anesthesia had worn off and her pain medication dosage had been decreased enough for her to be lucid. 

“Come on, it’s time to get up for a bit,” a nurse with the name tag which read Irene said.   It seemed unbelievable to her that so soon after surgery, she would be expected to get up, but get up she did.  She felt wobbly, but with Irene’s help she was able to sit in the chair next to her bed.  While she sat there, her bedding was changed and after a while, Irene assisted her back into bed.  Sighing from exhaustion, she closed her eyes. 

“We’re moving today,” announced Irene, the next morning when she came in the room to take Addie’s vital signs.  “Dr. Winston says you no longer need to be in CCU.”

“What does that mean,” inquired Addie.

“It means you no longer need to have this blood pressure cuff on all the time, and we can get rid of one of your IVs.  The heart monitor will need to stay for another day, but you’ll be getting rid of some of this paraphernalia and you’ll have a room by yourself.” 

The move was uneventful; Addie didn’t even have to get out of bed; they just wheeled her bed out of the room, down the hall to the elevator, and then into her new “digs.”  There was a second bed in the room, but it was unoccupied.  Once again, she was assisted in getting out of bed and sat in a chair for a while.  It was nice to be sitting up;  she’d never realized being on your back all the time could be so tiring.

“Tomorrow, we’ll take a walk,” a new nurse called Karen promised (or was it a warning?).  “You need to get moving again so you don’t lose your strength entirely.” 

“How can I walk while attached to this IV?”

“It’s on wheels,” Irene assured her.  “You’ll see.  We’ll just walk to the end of the hall to the Solarium.”

There was a knock at the open door, and Addie turned her head to see Felicia.  She was holding her mother’s overnight bag.

“I brought your bathrobe and a few other things the nurse said you’d need.  I hope you’re not going to be in here long, because it’s a pain in the ass to have to drop Betsy with her father so I can get here.  It seems this place has a ban on babies visiting CCU…..something about germs and infections.  You picked one hell of a time to have a heart attack!”  Felicia grumbled. 

At first Adelaide thought her daughter was trying to be funny; but, no, she was dead serious.  There wasn’t a hint of a smile on her lips or in her eyes.   The girl was actually annoyed at her for having this heart attack and upsetting her routine! 

“You’re serious.  Acting like I got sick just to make things difficult for you,” Adelaide commented.

“It’s sure an amazing coincidence!   Betsy and I need you, and you just happen to conveniently have a heart attack,” Felicia retorted.

In anger, Addie tried to sit up and suddenly had a tight pain in her chest.  The heart monitor started to beep and Irene rushed to her side.  “Get out of here, now!” Karen ordered as she helped her patient to lie back down.  “I said, get out,” she repeated with a glare the visitor couldn’t ignore.   Dropping the bag with disdain, Felicia turned on her heel and stormed out of the room.
(to be continued)


PⒿ @ $ € € ₦$ ₣®0₥... said...

Blood does not necessarily make 'family.' Felicia needs to go far, far away. She's fictitious and I hate her.

River said...

Oh No! Another cliffhanger!

I'll be back next Friday then.
I hate fictitious Felicia too.

Brian Miller said...

yeah not liking felicia at this point...def a bit self centered...hmmm...intrigued to see where you are going eva

tsonodablog said...

I am seriously Hating on Felicia! What a beeeaatch! Eva, this is some excellent fiction, and I can't wait for the next installment. I said it before, but I'll say it again...You got some wicked-Mad skills woman!

Joanna Jenkins said...

Whoa, Felicia is tough.

This is a terrific story, Eva. I'll be watching for the next chapter.

xo jj

rosaria said...

A cliffhanger! Looking forward to the rest of the story.

Jen said...

A good story. You know how to write.....readers can't wait to see what's next!!!

Sue said...

What a witch her daughter is. Sheesh!


ipenka said...

Wow, Felicia's a real piece of work. Are you sure the fiction has to be on Friday?

At this point, I wouldn't mind if it was "Made-up" Monday, just to hear the next bit!

Elenka said...

The suspense is killing me!

Pat said...

Yowser!You keep me hanging on! Remember that song?The story goes by so fast and the week so S-L-O-W for us to read the next installment! I want more!

Al Penwasser said...

Well, Felicia is still a joy. And, I imagine, still a looker.

Unknown Mami said...

I want to take Felicia over my knee and spank her.

Eva Gallant said...

ipenka: sorry, I have to have time to write it! lol

Jen: Thanks, Sis, but you are a little bit biased, I think.

rosaira: great! that's good news.

Terri: You are just too kind!

The Frisky Virgin said...

I can't believe I missed part 2! Okay, caught up now and heading for Part 3. I really can't stand the daughter, btw. What a vicious wretch!