Chapter 3 – Littlemore Infirmary
Oh what great words from my beloved Doctor at the
hospital I was taken too, of what I can remember my diagnosis was that I fell
into ‘catatonic state’ and the reason of the fire was apparently because Dinah
knocked over a lit oil lamp. But as I said earlier, no fire hazard was lit? And
there were definitely no oil lamps near Lizzie’s room, so I don’t quite
understand how they came to that conclusion.
I was at Littlemore Infirmary for about a year, whilst
my third degree burns were being healed, and even though I was irresponsive
with the nurses and doctors, I still was very thankful for everything they had
done for me. When the skins on my hands were healed I could feel the rest of my
body, and although they were brittle as carps scales, I was feeling them in
some happy way because I survived the flames of my own home. Once I realised I
thought this, I remembered that Mother and Father were dead, and Lizzie was
gone, and my whole family home and memories were burnt away in the darkness of
my mind.
Everything was too bright for me to concentrate on the
room, my head was spinning from all the meds they have given me. Even though I
still couldn’t move, my eyes were healed but not enough for me to see clearly.
I remember one of the nurses who was surrounding me whilst I was covered in
bandages, and she said that I was blind? Well I wasn’t, so she was lying, i
couldn’t see exactly clearly, but i could still see, maybe id have to wear
glasses for the rest of my life I couldn’t care at least I was still alive.
The room was a bright blue colour, but I suppose it
seemed brighter because I haven’t had my eyes open in a while. As I was only 7
I was in the Children’s Infirmary part, which was well known for its brightly
painted walls, with different animals and types of fish painted all over them.
For some reason my room didn’t have any animals or fish in them. Maybe it was
because I was in the burns unit and they just thought ‘oh they’re unconscious
they don’t need to see any animals’. I was very nicely treated by my doctor
especially, he took a liking to me due to my determination to feel better about
myself, and to try and heal quicker. But for third degree burns it was
obviously going to take a while before I was fully healed enough, plus I had to
‘learn’ how to walk again, as such.
Spending a year at an Infirmary whilst the rest of your
family is dead is quite hard, especially when no one has even bothered to
visit. As far as I know I do have other relatives such as my Grandparents on my
Father’s side whom are still alive. I have lots of cousins which I know are
obviously still alive, and I also have aunties and uncles who are alive too…
yet no one seemed to visit me.
As far as I know my grandparents have talked to the
doctors about ‘how long I have left’ as both of them pretty much were positive
that I was going to die, they already had a coffin picked out for me. Which I
suppose means they did care in a harsh certain way, they also asked about my
parents and sister which I happened to be awake for.
‘Do you know what caused the fire Doctor?’
‘As far as we know, our conclusion to it is the cat
Dinah, knocked over a lit lamp near dear Elizabeth’s room, unfortunately there
was no way we could have saved Lizzie as she was the first room to become in
taken with flames’
‘What about our son and daughter-in-law?’
‘I’m sorry Mrs Liddell, there was no way we could have
saved them’
‘Why did she have to live, why couldn’t it have been my
son?!’
Oh that’s great grandma thanks for that, she hated me.
Ever since I started having these ‘daydreams’ she thought I was part of a
‘clan’ of witchcraft, and she thought I was possessed and that’s what caused me
to have these ‘dreams’. But she’s obviously wrong because I’m clearly not a
witch. She didn’t even come in to see how I was doing, nor did she leave
anything like flowers.
‘Her mind is still frazzled by the fire, whether her
body is healed or not. She was in a catatonic state she needs to be sent to
Rutledge’
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