All you had done was sit in the waiting room, well, waiting. Courtney lay on Mum’s shoulder, eyes closed. Mum reads a magazine that you are pretty sure isn't in English. When the nurse finally calls Courtney’s name, Mum pulls you close and you follow her down a corridor, to a bed with a curtain around it. You sit on a chair and wait as they lay Courtney down and unwrap her bandages. Mum talks to a Doctor who you think is speaking English but his accent confuses you, so you stop listening. The nurse tending to Courtney looks up and smiles at you. You smile back, again. After a few minutes, Courtney’s bandages are gone and you can see the blistered, raised skin that has taken over her thighs. You feel sick looking at it. It looks like Nan’s old leather jacket that she keeps in the hall, full of rips and creases. It is red and raw and you feel an undeniable surge of guilt jolt through you each time you blink and have to look at it again. Mum and the Doctor jabber away some more as the nurse begins to rub a cream over the leather-skin on Courtney’s legs. You are going to cry. You can feel it swelling in the back of your throat and you want to leave the little curtained bed area immediately. You don't even look at Mum as you pull back the curtain and run to stand at the other end of the corridor. You sit on the ground a breath deeply until Mum comes to find you. She sits next to you, her hand in your hair, her voice soothing, Courtney is
All you had done was sit in the waiting room, well, waiting. Courtney lay on Mum’s shoulder, eyes closed. Mum reads a magazine that you are pretty sure isn't in English. When the nurse finally calls Courtney’s name, Mum pulls you close and you follow her down a corridor, to a bed with a curtain around it. You sit on a chair and wait as they lay Courtney down and unwrap her bandages. Mum talks to a Doctor who you think is speaking English but his accent confuses you, so you stop listening. The nurse tending to Courtney looks up and smiles at you. You smile back, again. After a few minutes, Courtney’s bandages are gone and you can see the blistered, raised skin that has taken over her thighs. You feel sick looking at it. It looks like Nan’s old leather jacket that she keeps in the hall, full of rips and creases. It is red and raw and you feel an undeniable surge of guilt jolt through you each time you blink and have to look at it again. Mum and the Doctor jabber away some more as the nurse begins to rub a cream over the leather-skin on Courtney’s legs. You are going to cry. You can feel it swelling in the back of your throat and you want to leave the little curtained bed area immediately. You don't even look at Mum as you pull back the curtain and run to stand at the other end of the corridor. You sit on the ground a breath deeply until Mum comes to find you. She sits next to you, her hand in your hair, her voice soothing, Courtney is