There is no obvious reason for voices and visions. My temperature is near normal and my pain relief is the usual moderate regime. Later the hallies, as I think of them, become less threatening, but more childish and conspiratorial. I close my eyes and they begin to pack my belongings into a pillow case, whispering and grinning. One sharp-faced dwarfish hally pulls at my right arm, and I drive her off with an elbow in her eye. After this they are more wary of me, intimidated. I see them slinking around the door frame, trying to insinuate themselves. The staff are concerned that I don't cough, then that I cough too much. In soothing nurse-talk they smooth symptoms away. 'I have a raging thirst,' I say. 'Ah, you are a lit-tul bit thirsty,' says the nurse. I wonder if they laugh at the patients, who come in so brave and ignorant. None of us thinks that the complication rate applies to us.
( Hilary Mantel )
[ Ink In The Blood: A Hospital ]
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