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A Sorta Fairytale	By : breakablebeings Category: A through F > Chronicles of Narnia Views: 2547 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Chronicles of Narnia, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 2: What Sarah Said
The windshield wipers of the car kept up a rhythmic sound keeping the car from being filled with tense silence. Denison had tried to have a conversation with they young woman, but she only answered with shakes of her head as she stared out the window at the rain. He let out a sigh. She seemed to have shrunk in size on the way to the hospital. “Someone so young shouldn’t have to go through such an ordeal,” he thought with a wave of pity for her. He pulled up the front of the Hope Incarnate Hospital.
“Well here you are. Just let the nurse at the waiting desk know who you are. Everything should already be taken care of.”
Nik just nodded her head as she got out of the car. Denison watched her walk to the front of the hospital, head down in the pouring rain. He sat in the car for awhile before driving off hoping his better half had left out a sarnie for him to eat.
Nik entered the hospital and stood on the welcome mat for a moment. The hospital foyer was painted a pale lilac and the air smell a sickening mixture of flower scented aerosol and death to her. It was unearthly quiet, not even the faint sound of a telly discernible. She trudge up to the front desk were an older woman with iron grey hair pulled into a tight bun with equally grey eyes behind wire rimmed glasses stood. Her name tag stated her name was Marianne. Nik coughed softly, and she looked up from her paper work, peering at her over her glasses.
“Yes my dear. How may I help you?” she asked, a gently smile on her face.
“Um, yes, I'm here to, to see Adair Manketiahana.”
“Ah, you must be Miss Nicollet. Yes they told me about the special circumstances for you. We’ve set you up a cot by her bedside. She’s in room 212. I'm afraid that tomorrow night you won’t be able to stay. I'm sorry dear.”
Nik just murmured her thanks and walked to the lift. Entering, she pressed the button for the second floor, barely hearing the generic tune of music coming from the side speakers. The lift chimed to indicate the reach of the floor and she exited. A plaque on the wall announced that she was in the ICU floor, rooms 201-215 to the left and rooms 216-230 to the right. Nik turned down the left hallway noting the idyllic paintings of families with healthy smiling parents and children without a care in the world. Nik scoffed at them, earning a reproachful glance from a nurse wheeling a patient down the hall.
Reaching her mother’s room, she slowly opened the door, feeling a mixture of dread and nerves.
“Mum?” she called out, despite knowing that she wouldn’t be able to respond. She stepped in and gently closed the door behind her. The room was hospital white with a cheaply done replica of a Picasso painting on the right wall and a large window over looking the parking lot on the other. Her mother’s bed was directly in the middle of the room, all her machines cluttered in the corner.
Nik slowly walked forward to her mother’s side carefully making sure not to trip over the cords leading into her mother’s arm. Gazing down at her, she brushed back some of her hair off her face noting how pale she was.
“Oh mum, why didn’t you run? Nothing we own is worth you getting hurt over.”
Nik continued stroking her mother’s hair as the tears finally came.
“Wake up mum. Please just wake up,” she whispered choking on her tears. After a minute she pulled herself together, and she brushed a kiss on her mother’s cold cheek and went to her cot. Sitting down she pulled of her gumboots and socks. Lying down, she wiggled under the duvet. She desperately wanted to be in her own home, in her own bed, with her mum down the hall, but she would have to make the best of what life had dealt her.
She decided that tomorrow she would return home and clean up the mess. Afterwards she would bring a few things of her mother’s to the hospital to make the room more comfortable; for herself or mother she wasn’t too sure. She forced her eyes closed, and was finally able to drift off into an exhausted sleep, fortunately free from dreams.
Morning came far too quickly. Nik was woken up by the same nurse from the front desk.
“Time to wake up darling. I brought you some feed.”
She pointed to the side table where a bowl of porridge and some tea sat.
Nik sat up to shake the sleep from her system.
“My mum?” she asked, even though she already knew the answer.
Marianne just patted her hand and shook her head no, a sad smile on her face.
“I'm sorry dear.”
Nik nodded her head and thanked her for the breakfast. She didn’t eat it, but instead climbed out of bed and went to the sink to wash her face.
Marianne rose to leave. When she reached the door, she paused.
“You know, when I need to think and get my head back in order, I always go to Grover’s park. It’s at the end of Lion’s Inn across the street from New Haven Library. Just take a walk and let nature heal you up.”
Nik turned around to thank the nurse for her suggestion only to find the doorway empty. She stared for a moment before turning around and washing her face.
Gathering her things up, she kissed her mother on the forehead goodbye and rode the lift to the lobby. Walking to the front desk she asked a harassed looking nurse where Marianne was.
“What are you getting at? There’s no Marianne here. Now leave if you aren’t here to volunteer for changing bedpans in the ICU.”
Nik quickly left the hospital before she could be wheeled in for the task.
“No Marianne,” she mused outside. “Then who have I been talking to?”
“Maybe you made her up. That’s just like you isn’t?”
Nik quickly closed the door to the voice. That wasn’t something she was willing to start again. She began chewing her lip as she slowly made her way to the park.
“Might as well take a squiz at it,” she reasoned.
Losing herself in thoughts of her mother and the mystery nurse, she was surprised to find that she was in front of the park. It was if her feet knew the way.
The park was encased in a hug wrought iron gate. A large plaque stated that it was Grover’s park donated by the Leos. Nik pushed the gate open and slowly made her way in. though it was a park, it was oddly quiet. The park was full of huge trees and thorny bushes. Nik thought she could hear a brook bubbling somewhere. There wasn’t even a real trail, just a dusty path cut through the shrubbery. Pushing tree branches out of her way, Nik made her way deeper into the park. She felt like she was being watched, but when she spun around there was no one there. Ignoring her nerves and letting her curiosity take reign, she tried to find the brook. Stumbling to a clearing she found it. It was a small pool with crystal clear water. It seemed to lead to a larger body of water, but it was too far down to see.
Feeling like a child, she kicked off her gumboots, pulled off her socks, and rolled up her pants to go splashing in the water. She stuck her foot in and pulled it right back out letting out a squeal. It was freezing. She took a deep breath, and stuck her whole leg in the water. She must have misjudged how deep it was, however, because her entire leg went in and she still couldn’t feel the bottom. Tripping forward, she fell into the water with a scream. Hitting the water seemed to have knocked the wind from her because she allowed herself to sink down a few before she kicked her legs to bring herself to the top.
She surfaced with a gasp. Coughing up water, she swam right up to the edge of the pool and pulled herself up on to the edge of a white sandy beach.
A/n: Ta for reading. But rating and reviews would really be appreciated. I need feedback in order to know where I could improve and such. A beta would still be appreciated as well. Ta again.
Cheers,
Breakablebeings
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