Beyond Evidence by Emma L. Clapperton

Author:Emma L. Clapperton [Clapperton, Emma L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Emma L Clapperton
Published: 2012-09-09T23:00:00+00:00

Twenty Two

Lilies- flower of death

Patrick sat impatiently in the waiting room of the doctor surgery. His mind whizzed around all sorts of crazy ideas about what could be wrong with Jodie. He had never seen anything like it before. Jodie was asleep on the couch one minute and the next she was crawling along the floor, vomiting violently and screaming in terror.

When Patrick had finally managed to wake her she looked like she had no idea where she was and she was shaking so hard that Patrick had thought that she was convulsing! In all honesty he had been so terrified and had no idea what was going on he just called his out of hours practice and was told to bring her in straight away. He had insisted that he sit in with Jodie when she saw the doctor but she refused, insisting that she was fine.

The out of hours practice was deadly quiet, not like the A&E service in the Western Infirmary. The waiting room was warm and welcoming, although at that precise moment that did not compensate for the fear running through Patrick's veins. There was a radio playing quietly in the background and there was a vase filled with white lilies on the reception desk.

"Don't you think those flowers give off the wrong impression of this place?" Patrick commented with gentle sarcasm.

The receptionist glanced at the lilies then back to Patrick, "Sorry?"

"The lilies, you do know they are the flowers of death?" he smiled.

The receptionist looked away disinterested and Patrick just shrugged his shoulders and picked up the nearest magazine.

As he flicked the pages the receptionist got up and walked in to the back of the office to put some papers away. Patrick heard her return to her desk and he continued to read.

"They are quite appropriate for me," she said.

Without looking up Patrick replied, "Why's that?"

"Well, they're the flowers that were laid upon my coffin at my funeral."

The tiny hairs on the back of Patrick's neck stood on end and he looked up immediately. There she was, standing behind the reception desk as clear as he was sat in his seat, Angela Noble.

Patrick tried to stay as calm as possible and he cleared his throat and said, "They were?"

"Yes. And if you and Jodie don't get your acts together then they will be on hers too," she sounded sad, but Patrick detected a hint of anger in her tone too.

He stood up, almost defensively and walked over to the desk, "What did you say?"

The receptionist put her head round the door of the office and looked at him strangely. "I didn't say anything."

Angela was gone and the hairs were now flat on the back of his neck.

"Oh sorry, I must be hearing things," he replied.

"Although now that you mention it, you're probably right," the receptionist continued.

"About what?" Patrick answered distantly.

The receptionist looked at him a little confused. "The lilies? You said they were the flower of death."

Patrick looked down the corridor at the office door which Jodie was behind, discussing her ‘episode' with her GP.

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