Deafening noises intrude violently into Sofia’s heavy, sluggish sleep. Slowly, a glaringly white, topsy turvy world emerges. Her body is paralyzed, pinned down by wires and tubes. Memory floods in and her mouth burns. She’s feverish for water, for answers.
“Bout time you woke.”
A face rears up, a nurse with a green-masked mouth.
“C’mon, let’s wheel you back to the ward now, and no trouble later, you hysterectomies are so demanding. I could do with a bloody lie down myself, my hip’s a nightmare, you’re lucky I’m in. Eh? A drink? Nope. We’re short-staffed, you’ll have to wait.”
“Bout time you woke.”
A face rears up, a nurse with a green-masked mouth.
“C’mon, let’s wheel you back to the ward now, and no trouble later, you hysterectomies are so demanding. I could do with a bloody lie down myself, my hip’s a nightmare, you’re lucky I’m in. Eh? A drink? Nope. We’re short-staffed, you’ll have to wait.”
