Who was that old lady walking towards the morgue?
Sipping my cup of tea, I was relieved to take a few minutes break from my busy nursing shift. Suddenly, there was a commotion.
‘Can anyone take a blood sample up to the lab?’ someone called. ‘We need the results as soon as possible.’
‘I’ll take them,’ I said, knowing how stretched everyone was.
Holding the blood sample carefully, I took the stairs up to the fifth floor lab.
The corridor leading to the lab was long and dark and not a place I relished walking at night-time.
As I made my way along, I soon realised two porters, one young and one older, were coming towards me walking either side of a hospital trolley.
It was a trolley that transported dead bodies, with a blanket placed respectfully on top.
But who’s that walking behind them? I wondered.
Gradually, I became aware of a barefoot, grey-haired old lady in her 80s dressed in a long white hospital gown following the trolley.
Why are they allowing a patient to wander around like that? I thought, shocked. Surely, she should be in bed?
I carried on walking, wondering whether I should say anything in case she was lost. As we all passed each other, I realised in astonishment that the porters didn’t know the old lady was there.
Then the strangest thing happened — she spoke to me.
‘They are good lads, these two,’ she said, smiling kindly.
I carried on walking, still confused as to who she was.
‘Hello
