May 23d, Afternoon, Grace Hospital, Room #304
I’m thoroughly exhausted. I cannot even explain to you the levels of exhaustion I have descended to in the last few days. My cousin, the one who sent me here, said before she sent me away that I was wild and lacked responsibility in my life [stupid cow, she didn’t know one thing about me nor my life, she just decided that, being sixteen, I MUST be wild]. Well, she would have been proud of the responsibilities I’ve taken on in the last week.
But I’m confusing you, I’m sure. Let me begin again, my dearest, and you shall have the story entire by the time I’m done writing.
The morning after I wrote in you last time, I got a phone call on my cell. It was during history class, and of course I couldn’t pick it up right then and there. It was buzzing in my pocket, and I was so shocked at the fact that it really WAS ringing for once [silently, though, obviously] that I immediately raised my hand and asked to be excused to the ladies room. As I’m a good girl and have never asked to be let out in the middle of a lesson since arriving at Pratt and Smith, the surprised teacher let me leave at once.
You can guess my utter astonishment upon seeing the name “Michael” on the screen of my cell phone when I escaped into the hallway and took it out of my pocket. It was Michael! The guy from the diner! I took the call, and all I could hear at first were some garbled noises. Then, I heard something like “help” and then “ouch” and then some monumental swearing. Then, just as I was starting to really panic, I heard him yell out “Oh god!” and then the line went dead.
Oh, Diary, I stood there in the hallway with the phone pressed to my ear even after the line went dead. I was in utter shock for a few moments and could only stand there, trying to figure out what I should do next. Eventually, my mind began to function a little and I dashed to the offices of P&S – a long run from where I had been, to be sure – and breathlessly had the kindly old secretary there call emergency services.
I had no idea where Michael was, of course, but I told them that I believed he was at or around a place called “Gaitec’s Reach.” The man from the rescue services made loud exclamations at that, and asked if I thought he’d been there during the night. When I said that I supposed he had been, the man got very nervous and then very business-like, and I gather that the area is quite traitorous to one who’s not familiar with the terrain.
You may wonder, Diary dearest, how I dealt with P&S on this whole matter – for of course, Michael was found, and I wanted to get to the hospital to see him as soon as I could. P&S are now laboring under the delusion of his being a distant relation of mine, one who was coming to visit me and who I was very worried about because he had been a dear childhood friend of mine, from the days when I still lived with my parents and not with my evil cousin [this lie was necessary to explain why my cousin has no idea who he is].
All in all, the school has been cooperative and my roommates have been life-savers – Sophie and Maria have been bringing me the homework every day, and Peggy even brought me some makeup [“because you look SO dreary, my dear”]. I’ve been spending most of every day here in the hospital, because poor Michael looks so frail, so very weak. I don’t know why, but I feel responsible for him. I can’t, just can’t leave him here to wake up all on his own! I heard his English accent last time we met, so I know he must be so very far from home, the poor thing.
The doctors say he had a bad concussion, and they think he should wake up in a day or two, but I’m worried. He’s been in and out, mumbling nonsense sometimes and groaning from the pain at others.
Diary, Michaels’s stirring, he may want some more water, so I shall have to resume my conversation with you later.
I am ever yours,
P.S. Oh, one other thing – I’m going to tell him my real name when he wakes up, if he tells me what he’s been doing here.
4 thoughts on “Lucy’s Diary, May 23d”
Excellent good fun. I wnated to carry the suspense just a little longer. Not to long cos might not be that good a story lol
Im actually really excited I want to know what happens next. Its so tense oh you are mean to me. I think a long explanation is needed. Little mysterious “Micheal” might not be quite as attractive as he seems when the truth outs – I don’t know btw its not written but I do have some direction. I feel at a trouser leg of time – *Pratchett* so I’m going to grab my demon in a box and hope for the best.
Say, what’s this foot path I’m on . . . street sign says ‘Primrose Path.” I’ve little choice but to be led down it. Another intriguing entry!
If you like it we will stick with it. I remember waking up this morning thinking that it sounds too much like the story line out of the Broken Sword games. Based loosely around the knights templar and the idea behind the bloodline of christ, the grail and all of that. Which is not what I wanted – I think it sounds a lot of fun regardless. I read back a few blogs and used it as a reference to make sure the loose ends and character development didnt happen to sporadically, needed to make sure the link with the other characters mentioned made sense at this point if you understand? but yes lets go wiht it. Lucy’s side is so much more fun 😀