The flat at night was a strange and mysterious place. The solar light angel bought from a £1 shop online, sent back the rays of the sun through a blistered glass ball. The effect was a soft light which deepened the shadows. I appreciated the warmth of it, without the need for actual heat. Paul had fallen asleep across the two seater sofal his feet suspended off the side. Boy I said to him silently, are you going to hurt tomorrow. I smoothed a cover over him and left him to slumber. It didn't seem right to kick him out into the street in the dead of night and I scurried off to bed. I had to work tomorrow.
In the morning, I found him on top of the bed covers, his weight comfortly settled. I curled into him in a natural shape. We fitted together, the thought was delicious and exciting. I wondered if I had to wake him too. Alas he was also stirring, and stretching, and he rolled over on his side to face me.
"I have to go to work," he said slowly, "Have you got an extra toothbrush!"
I nodded seriously, I hated having dirty teeth. "Bought a pack a week or so ago." I got up and shot into the bathroom to inspect the cupboard. I had to root hard into the corners and finally picked out the pack.
"Blue or Yellow? I demanded.
"I love the Betty Boop nightie," he said, hugging me and taking the Yellow, He took his toothbrush into the bathroom.
"Thanks," I said, "What about clean clothes for you?"en
"You forget," he said mouthfull of toothpaste, "At the leisure centre I keep sports clothes to work in."
I had forgot, even as the Manager he had to look as fit as possible. It gave the girls something to look at.
"I'm glad you stayed." I told him, as I made the tea and toast. "I have to go in five minutes."
"Me too, let's shock your neighbours by leaving together."
Work was understaffed as per usual. The Nurses were already complaining. The list was up in the side of the ward, how many patients, how many staff, whether any were or might be dangerous. There was a new one on the way in. Guess who it was rumoured it was. I took note and then went into the office. Mostly apart from drugrounds and the occasional talk to the clients we just hung around the station.
As the psycharist was on his holidays we had a young one in, and he had students. He was on the ball.
"Send her in to see me please as soon as possible." He bawled at us. We played along, happily.
"Course we will," the younger ones said. They wanted her put away, with as much drugs as possible. They'd even picked out pills. It was rumoured that they killed off the elderly awkward ones in the nursing homes. And decided on her condition. It was fair. It gave her access to mental health money. Sometimes I hated being there, I had come into mental health nursing because my cousin had been mentally ill. I had liked her. She was okay. She was also dead now. Sometimes you can't help those you love.
The girls gabbled behind me busily plannig an attack. They figured she wouldn't know about the camera's and the intercom systems in the rooms. They could relay stuff at her, until even she would think she was skitophrenic.
When she came in, a small quiet woman I could see what the fuss was about. She didn't look her age. They had forgotten mine or got so comfotable with me, that they had forgotten it. We took her into a sideroom to establish her condition, and admit her. She didn't put up a fight. Yet she wasn't exactly quelled.
The Psych had a hard time witnh her, he tried hard to make her admit illness so she could be treated. Yet she persisted in saying she wasn't ill and therefore couldn't be made better. She showed no confusion, or sign of mental illness and requested a early mental health tribunal hearing so that she could be let go. The Psych fairly beaten down tried again with a student present, who mentioned having seen some of the emails... The patient immediately asked them what emails? Pointed out that her emails - the ones she was writing her memoirs in, were private, from her private email to her other private email. They wouldn't answer her. She was ignored. the Psych said no pills just a rest and he would consider if she was well enough to go home soon.
I knew it wasn't good enough. The girls and boys especially the ones with BDSM background would pile on the pressure.
"Have you been here before?" I asked her as I showed her to a room.
"Only to visit someone." she said despondantly.
"Don't teake the pills." I told her quietly as I could. "If you want to get out after a tribunal just don't take the pills."
She nodded. I gave her the literature and she lay down on the bed, and stared at the ceiling. She looked tired.
"Are you in trouble?" I asked, "At home?"
"I have these new neighbours," she said slowly, "You wouldn't believe what they can do. Irish travellors."
"Neighbours can make or break a street." I replied. "I wouldn't like awful neighbours either."
"Perhaps I do need a rest." she confided, "I do feel stressed out, and I'm really scared."
I left her to settle down for a bit, and the Psych stuck his head around the door as I came back down to the Nurses Station.
"Is she okay? No signs of violence?" he enquired.
I shook my head, "Scared, I'd say."
"Yes, I'd agree with that, who is it? The church again?"
"No idea," I told him honestly, "She said she had bad neighbours. That's all."