Sleeping Beauty

She lies in the hospital bed, machines beeping and whirring, her hair spread on the pillow. No bruises, no bandages, no blood. Thank god.

She looks like she's been asleep for a hundred years, and will sleep a hundred more. Her dreams will be peaceful, right? Wherever she is inside her head, it'll be a good place. Won't it?

The man looks like he hasn't slept for a century. His hair's sticking out, as if he's run his hands through it over and over. His bloodshot eyes have both red rims round, and dark shadows under them. He drags both hands down his unshaven face.

He sinks into the chair beside her, too exhausted to keep pacing. Then, too agitated to rest, he jumps back up again as if an electric current running through it bit him on the ass.

Televisions dotted about the hospital loop the news. Muted, but with subtitles switched on, and headlines scrolling across. ...DREAMFIX(TM) MANUFACTURERS ISSUE RECAL... The bedridden woman appears on the screens. The photo's from a better, happier time.

Pacing again, his lips are moving. He's gesturing, scowling. His anger dissolves. His eyes are wet.

A nurse arrives, and for a moment, when she opens the door, his voice, is audible in the corridor:

"-I'm sorry, I-"

Why's he sorry? Did he do... this... to her?

The nurse moves how nurses do, with absolute economy of movement, and confidence that comes from long practice. She touches his arm. Her eyes, worn and and kind, hold his. He shakes his head, gazing back at the woman in the bed. The nurse speaks again. He nods, thanks her.

The door clicks shut, and the nurse mutters as she walks down the corridor, "-bloody dream machines-"

The man kisses the woman's forehead. "-back in a minute," he's saying at the door. "I just nee-"

He sees me. Recognition flickers on his face, though I've never seen him before. He's in front of me in two strides, his fist flying towards my face.

"You stay, away, you hear? Stay away! Stay away from her, from here, stay out of her head or I'll-"

People are pulling him back. My head's ringing.

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Word count excluding note: 366

Submitted on Sunday 30th June at 10:20

*Quick Author's Note*

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