Back In Time

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 22, 2018

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Back In Time:

The A&E Department at Colchester General Hospital was very busy on a dark October night; I sat in the waiting room waiting to be called. I was accompanied by two police officers; it wasn’t long until my name was called. I was seen by one of the nurses and left the talking to the police officers and only spoke when necessary. Soon after the police officers left the hospital premises. I was soon allocated a room it was number seventeen just like the number of my flat in Clacton on Sea. I soon began to help the staff on the A&E ward by making my bed and leaving behind my shoes, and coat pretending that I was already sleep in the bed and going up to the operating theatre. But I wasn’t really I was up and waiting to be interviewed and assessed by the mental health assessment team as I had bipolar disorder and was suffering a manic and chaotic episode which I had never experienced before. After being assessed I was taken from Colchester General Hospital to Peter Bruff Ward, a mental health ward in Clacton on Sea via ambulance.
As soon as I walked through into the ward, the surroundings I was in seem familiar as I had been there the previous year. There was an office for the staff, three quiet rooms, a dining area, seventeen bedrooms spilt into male and female, an occupational therapy room with a TV room, four shower rooms two disabled shower rooms, and a bathroom. As well as a garden and a smoking area. I soon began casting my mind back and soon realised where I thought I was. My secondary school and Business and Language College. It was exact same format but smaller. I met Wendy Went who I thought was my old music teacher as her appearance was exactly like hers, as did all the staff and patients who reminded me of teachers and students who were at the school with me. Also I felt like a power ranger too. I began to carry out strange tasks by taking the red toilet buckets and putting them in the toilet and flushing the toilet while bucket was inside the toilet, and even changing my clothes in public. Even though I had been allocated room number ten, just like the Prime Minister’s house in Downing Street. I was trying to get back into bedroom number seven as that was the room I had the previous time I was there. I felt like I was playing some sort of game as I had to do certain things to move on to the next stage. Also I could hear the sound of light bulbs switching on inside my head as I walked around the ward.
I soon discovered that Peter Bruff Ward would be moving from Clacton on Sea to Colchester. I was taken via private ambulance transport and being accompanied by two male healthcare support workers. As soon as I arrived at our new venue I was shown around the ward like I was on Escape to the Country but in a hospital ward than houses.
This ward had three quiet rooms, a dining area, an office for the Manager of Peter Bruff Ward, and another office for the staff; it had seventeen bedrooms which were spilt into male and female, four shower rooms, and a disabled bathroom and shower room. Along with a garden and smoking area. I was again allocated bedroom number seventeen and it still felt like I was at my secondary school and Business and Language College as I loved it so much there that I stayed there for eight years  instead of the normal seven. On one of the days I thought that I was really going back there to meet my year seven tutor group (as I had always fantasised about it). Apart from that I assisted the cleaners with their daily admin as I always wanted to work in the administration and business industry. Unfortunately I was unable to do this due to my mental illness and left sided paralysis disability. However, my time on Peter Bruff Ward had to come to an end and now had to erase it from my memory so that I could move forward in my life and not remembering the past of being on Peter Bruff Ward and look forward to the future and see what it held before me. But I did make wonderful friends there and a fantastic time with the staff and other patients on Peter Bruff Ward.

 

 


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