Chapter 3
Alice
‘Hey, honey … can you hear me?’ The voice was quiet, hopeful and cautious.
The smell was the first thing to hit her.
Bleach. Blood. Human decay.
‘You don’t even need to say anything, Alice, love. Maybe blink or wiggle those fingers of yours, we just want to know if you’re awake.’
In an act to get this human and her nauseating kindness away from her, Alice forced her fingers to move. The effort alone felt peculiar. How had she forgotten to use her own body? How long had it been since she’d told her brain to work?
‘There you are, Alice, my girl. Well done, you’re doing brilliantly!’
It didn’t feel like she was doing brilliantly.
It felt like someone had stretched and pulled at her skin, trying to fit her into a new body that was the wrong shape altogether, and then to top it off they’d run out of material and given up halfway through the job.
She felt unfi nished and in a hell of a lot of pain.
‘You’ve been in an accident, Alice, but you’re on the mend now. I’m going to call for the doctor so he can come and explain what’s been happening, OK? Sit tight, sweetheart, I’ll be back in a moment.’
Alice’s head was pounding. Broken fragments of memory kept swirling around her mind, making it impossible for her to think. She blinked her eyes open and saw two people hurrying towards her bed.
Please just tell me where the hell I am.
‘Hi Miss Gunnersley. Do you mind if I call you Alice?’
The doctor stepped a little closer to her. He had a face that Alice presumed was once filled with hope and enthusiasm for the work he was doing, but now appeared a little jaded and somewhat wary. Here stood a man well and truly hardened to death.
She shook her head very slightly. The only act of acknowledgement she could muster.
‘Fantastic. So, Alice, as the nurse has probably already explained, you’ve been brought into St Francis’s hospital because you’ve been in a serious accident.
There was a fire in your office building and unfortunately you were caught in it.
You’ve suffered some quite substantial injuries – we estimate about 40 per cent of your body has been burnt to varying degrees.
We’ve already performed one surgery in an attempt to minimize the damage, but there’s still a long way to go.
For now, I want you to know that you’re receiving the best possible care and we have a plan in place to support you.
’ An awkward smile appeared momentarily on his face.
‘Do you have any immediate questions I can answer? I know it must be a lot to take in.’
The words washed over her, flooding her with a deep sense of dread.
Surely this couldn’t be real? Was it some cruel joke?
Her brain desperately searched for any other alternative than the one staring her in the face.
But the pain was real. She knew that for certain.
She looked down at her arm. The damage was unavoidably real.
Alice snapped her eyes shut immediately.
Don’t look. Don’t you dare look at it again.
She heard the doctor shift at the end of her bed. ‘It may be uncomfortable for a little while, but we are giving you pain relief to help. I’ll let you rest some more, Alice, but I’ll be back in the morning to check in on you again, OK?’
She nodded and then, without needing to be told twice, she fell back into a deep ignorant sleep.
*
Over the coming days, as she grew stronger, Alice found herself able to stay awake for more than only a smattering of time. Her brain had slowly come round to the idea of working, which in turn meant she was able to finally take in her surroundings.
Bleak.
That was the first word that came to mind.
‘Soulless’ was a fast follower. For a place constantly brimming with noise, it felt empty.
There were always people busying themselves with one thing or another.
Checking this. Reading that. Talking constantly.
Alice knew she was alive but only by the grace of the machines she was attached to.
There were so many wires feeding into her she started to forget where the flesh ended and the mechanics began.
She let herself be prodded and poked and discussed, all the while taking her mind and most importantly her gaze elsewhere.
Every time she looked down, the evidence was there.
It was as if the fire had been so incensed that she had managed to escape with her life, that it had wanted to leave its mark on her indefi nitely, and it had done its job well.
The entire left side of her body was charred.
Eaten up and spat out by the flames. In a bid to try and block out the state of her, she spent most of her time looking at the ceiling or at the inside of her eyelids.
Sleep became the only place that felt familiar to her.
The only place she didn’t feel pain and the only place left for her to escape to.
Sleep also meant that she avoided the influx of people constantly checking in on her like clockwork.
Throughout her life she’d often wondered how it would feel to be looked after.
How would it feel to be cared for with no questions asked or conditions to be met?
Now it had become her reality and it made her want to scream until her lungs bled raw.
She knew they were just doing their job.
She was fully aware that the nurses and doctors were obliged
to care, but what wasn’t required were the tears that would well up in their eyes every time they saw her.
Nor was staying after hours to try and talk to her because for days in a row there had been no visitors by her bedside.
A bitter resentment ignited inside her, flooding her body with poison and spilling out on to those around her.
She recoiled at their touch; she despised their pity.
It was nobody’s job to take pity on her.
Often, if sleep hadn’t carried her away, she’d close her eyes and pretend during their rounds.
She couldn’t stand looking at the same faces trying to disguise their shock.
The same faces attempting to coax even a hint of a word from her mouth, but still she said nothing.
At first it genuinely was too painful to speak.
She’d breathed in so much smoke during the fire that, as well as a melted face, she’d won a pair of lungs fit for a forty-a-day smoker.
No matter how many litres of oxygen she was forced to inhale each day, the entirety of her throat still seared with pain.
She was charred from the inside out. A truly well-done piece of meat.