Katie Blue Eyes
Gail…! I could here her calling for me before I’d made it halfway down the hall leading to the west wing. I made a right at the nurse’s station and headed for her room.
“She’s been calling like that all day. It’s given me a splitting headache. I’m sure glad my shift is over.” Janice continued to grumble, as I just smiled and continued to Katie’s room.
Janice was a nursing supervisor and I often wondered why she’d entered geriatrics. She was short on patience and had a decided lack of compassion for the elderly and disabled in her care. She did her job though, and did it well. She was dependable—someone you could count on in any situation. For that reason, I was sorry she’d had the day shift and I’d be working with another nurse during the evening. Katie’s voice rose to a crescendo and I hurried my steps.
She stretched her arms out to me when I approached. “There you are, Bubble Girl. Will you lay me down for a while? I’m so tired.”
She sat in her special chair, the high back leaning backwards a bit so she couldn’t topple forward. Pillows were stuffed down beside the arms to prevent leaning too far to the left or right. Katie did look tired and uncomfortable. Had she been sitting in that chair since breakfast? Taking her hands, I gave them a gentle squeeze, careful of the soft papery skin that could tear so easily.
“Of course I will, but why are you still up?” I was annoyed. All the residents who couldn’t fend for themselves were supposed to be put to bed for a couple hours rest before the evening shift arrived.
“I called and called, but no one came. I’m sorry I called your name, but I was so afraid that other one would come.”
My hands stilled on the coverlet I’d been turning down. This wasn’t the first time Katie had made reference to ‘the other one’, but when questioned, she’d clam up. Bending over her chair, I looked down into the biggest, bluest eyes I’d ever seen. Eyes so beautiful, they didn’t seem real, but the fear and confusion within their depths were real enough.
“What other one, Katie?”
“I don’t know. Are you going to lay me down, Bubble Girl? I shouldn’t call you that should I? It’s rude.”
“You know I don’t mind a bit, Katie.” I felt it best to get Katie to bed and let the questions go for now. Eventually I’d get to the bottom of who this other one was and what they’d done to generate such fear in the helpless ninety year old.
To be continued….Part 2: https://elizabethmeltonparsons.wordpress.com/2008/06/27/katie-blue-eyes-2/
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