11 - Broken Glass

                                    

                                          
🎶 I'm just avoiding you like
broken glass.
There are no winners when
The sky is cast. 🎶
BROKEN GLASS- SIA
                          
It's the third day after my injury. The day I had to get rid of this bandage.
                          
I walked down the hallway to the nurse's office and knocked twice on the wooden door.
                          
"come in" I heard the tiny voice of miss Joanne say, and I gripped the handle to let myself in.
                          
She was busy writing away records with her glasses hanging at the bridge of her nose. She sat at her tiny desk that was always cleared and neat except for the little stethoscope set that sat at the edge of the table that made contact with the wall.
                          
"good morning miss Joanne" I greeted and she raised her head, before a lovely smile graced her lips.
                          
 Why is she so happy to see me this morning? Ain't I like a burden or something?
                          
"Iris, how have you been?" still smiling and her eyes inspecting me for more injuries. I'm sure she found none.
                          
 Because she can't see the bloodied bruise on my back from yesterday when Hunter rubbed my bare back against his car that had been sitting under the sun for hours.
                          
"I'm alive, what about you?" I answered and took a seat across her.
                          
" Well good if I may say; have you been taking your drugs?"
                          
"Yes ma'am, four days to go" and she laughed at the response.
                          
" Counting I see, don't worry, even as a nurse I still do that" and she finished her words with a wink.
                          
 She stood up and went to her shelf of drugs and brought out a pair of scissors, a little ball of cotton wool and a bottle I think contains alcohol.
                          
" Have a seat on the bed will you?" she asked and I got up from the chair to do as she requested.
                          
  She approached me and used to scissors to cut off the bandage. After a few seconds of observing my head, she lifted the hair that cascaded over my left cheek and observed some more.
                          
Dabbing and cleaning the spot with the alcohol drained cotton wool, she handed me a mirror to see my reflection.
                          
 I technically ran away from my mirror this morning because I was scared of seeing what I looked like, now here they are handing me a mirror.
                          
I can never get away from somethings can I?
                          
I collected it from her hand and took a look at my face. A slight string of sanity that held me together prevented me from screaming.
                          
My eye bags had gotten worse than usual, I look like i just cried over my mascara and it rested below my eyes. My hair was as messy as a bush could look. My dried and chapped lips was nothing to write home about, I tried licking it to look more presentable and it slightly worked.
                          
" The stitch is almost healed, avoid much pressure and you're good" miss Joanne pulled me out of my thoughts.
                          
Stitch? which stitch? 
                          
Then it hit me. I lifted the hair that covered my forehead minutely and saw it.
                          
A stitch that ran somehow horizontally at the line of my hairs barrier. A scar.
                          
I finally have a permanent scar from all my sorrows. I finally have something that will haunt me.
                          
I dropped the mirror on the bed and got down.
                          
"Take" she said, handing me a tube cream.  " Rub this on the scar, it would help hasten healing and possibly clearing of the stitch"
                          
I nodded, collected the ointment and walked straight out of the office.