The Longing of a Swan:
It was exquisite, unlike anything she had heard before, especially from her time at the Order. She thought nothing would compare to daily plainsong of her fellow Sisters or the rare moments when they traveled to the Mother House in Chichester. Traveling to the Mother House rarely took place, but each time it happened, Sister Bernadette was allowed the opportunity to listen and participant in their orchestra of worship.
She then remembered a time in her childhood, when music was played in its entirety, but never again after the death of her mother. Her family didn’t have much in possessions back in the green fields of Aberdeen, but there was something cherished equally amongst her family. All three of them could agree on the importance of music. They had owned a portable, wind-up gramophone which was played all throughout the house.
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“How well is Nurse Lee holding up?” asked Sister Bernadette, she noticed Nurse Lee’s quiet behavior and overheard most of the nurse’s distress from her fellow colleagues. The impact of Mr. Collett’s death and of personal woes.
Sister Bernadette had sought out Sister Julienne’s opinion and awareness on the matter for it had not been long since Nurse Lee had joined their ranks. It was after compline when Sister Bernadette found Sister Julienne in her office, just before she was ready to retire for the night.
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Her pain went unspoken for many months, weeks, and days leading up to her release. She had shielded her thoughts, the effect was akin to a thunderstorm, brewing in the distance. She never wished to make a fuss, choosing to suffer in silence, but he took notice of her. He saw her when no one else did and in turn, their feelings were realized.
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She didn’t expect the extent of her bodily pain nor the emotional scarring following her surgery. She was fooling herself in believing everything would fall back into place once they arrived home. Shelagh had left many tears behind on the patient bed of Dr. Horringer, on the road from Harley Street to their flat. But the tears continued on even when Patrick held her, through his endless kisses, and when he would let go.
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“I wrote to you.”
“Yes,” but a moment of silence had passed between them. In that split second, he took a moment to recount what his letters had held for her. In their previous exchange, he had unknowingly relied on his clinical diagnosis. He was unable to find words of true comfort, for he too was disheartened by her situation. He was scared that if he divulged too much too soon, she wouldn’t be ready to hear it.
He took his time to find his words and wrote out the secrets of his heart to the only other woman that had stolen it. He had patiently waited and now it was his turn to respond.
“I don’t know if I said too much. Or not enough.”
“You said, what was necessary,” clutching the phone tightly. She took her time in finding her words, careful in their exchange. Her decision to leave Saint Anne represented a great deal more to come and was afraid the other occupants would hear their discussion. She had made the decision to follow her heart, to live a life that was different and true to God’s plans for her.
A choice reaffirmed by his letters…
I can’t seem to bear it any longer. I can feel the vacancy you left and I don’t want to be without you. I know this may be selfish, but I had to tell you that I love you.
I would like to tell you not to pick me. I don’t want you to choose between Him and me. Your Lord who was there for you, who gave you a family filled with Sisters and your current life. Then again, if I thought that I wouldn’t be writing to you, which is why I’m telling you to choose me. Please let me love you, let me hold you, and let me make you happy Sister Bernadette.
Companion piece to “Living the Wrong Life” and finally added since I decided to put my shorter stories under the category of Tumblr ficlets.
“Hurry up now! We don’t want to hear it from the matron why we’re late.”
“Yes,” answered Sister Bernadette as she hurried across the hospital, in tow with Nurse Wilkins.
It had been a few months since she was last seconded to the London hospital and much had changed in such a short span of time. The hospital had underwent add-ons to its interior, the addition of different departments and that of personnel. It was quite the contrast to the routes of East End, different from Nonnatus House, and even that of Doctor Turner’s surgery.
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A New Midwife:
“I can never down tools till I’m all set up and ready to go again! I’ll just go and pop these over, nice meeting you Nurse Lee,” spoke Sister Bernadette and left to leave Sister Julienne and Nurse Lee to finish their conversation.
Sister Bernadette made her way to the trusty autoclave, even if its services had been used for many years by Nonnatus House it still got the job done. The Order had taught Sister Bernadette the difference between necessity and convenience. It would have been convenient in purchasing a new autoclave, but the vow of poverty prohibited such notions. The autoclave would do just fine and allowed Sister Bernadette a break to reflect on previous events.
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