Daily Dialogue: My Nightingale, Part I

After being down with the sickness for two days, I’m ready to take on a new challenge. I feel that one of my strengths as a storyteller reveals itself in long stories. The writing exercises weren’t meant for that, so I can’t blame them for not showing that off. They’re meant for me to get used to writing often, thinking quicker, and accidentally making me a better writer. But that doesn’t mean that the writing exercises can’t be used to tell a long story. Usually, I have a detailed plan of everything before I write something lengthy, but this is the time of challenges. So, I’m gonna write a serialized story without knowing how it’ll end or how many days it’ll take to finish. I just know that neither woman will be likable, in the end. Here’s Part II.

Imogen
Wh… Where am I?

Alessandra
You’re awake! Oh, finally.

Imogen
Who are you?

Alessandra
You were– Alessandra. I gotta say, Imogen, you–

Imogen
How do you know my name?

Alessandra
Your ID. In your purse. Wow, you don’t remember anything, do you? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.

Imogen
What’re you talking… What– Ow.

Alessandra
Don’t move, don’t move. You racked your brain pretty hard in that crash. You also have a broken leg and some other minor problems, but it could’ve been a lot worse. And youda felt like even more crap if I wasn’t around.

Imogen
Car crash? Yesterday?

Alessandra
Heh, no, not yesterday. You’ve been out for almost a week.

Imogen
A week?! Ow.

Alessandra
I told you, keep still.

Imogen
Why aren’t I in a hospital right now?

Alessandra
It’s ok, I’m a nurse.

Imogen
Don’t nurses work in hospitals?

Alessandra
Yeah… And I do, but I thought it’d be better for you to be here. Ma’am.

Imogen
“Ma’am?”

Alessandra
I’m a big fan of your movies and–

Imogen
Movies? Wait, wait… You think I’m… Oh, fuck. I get that all the time.

Alessandra
You mean you’re not Sarah Mitchell?

Imogen
You saw my ID, didn’t you?

Alessandra
Yeah, but I thought Sarah could’ve been your professional name.

Imogen
No… She has hazel eyes. Mine are dark brown.

Alessandra
Oh. Oh yeah, you’re right. Well, that’s fine. I get to be helpful anyway.

Imogen
Can you get me to a hospital now?

Alessandra
You’re not gonna get better any faster there than here, trust me. And here, you have the comforts of home. ‘Cause it’s a home! Heh, get it?

Imogen
Uh… Sure.

Alessandra
And who cares that you’re not Sarah Mitchell? The fact that you look like her is good enough for me.

Imogen
Good enough? What’re you talking about?

Alessandra
Do you live around here?

Imogen
No, I was passing through.

Alessandra
Does the town look like a place you’d wanna stay in? You can be honest.

Imogen
No, not really.

Alessandra
Imagine, Imogen, what it’s like for people who have to stay. The closest neighbor being nine abandoned houses in any direction. The country pretty much gave up on us and is just waiting for us to either die, move, or whatever. Then came you, Sarah. I mean, Imogen. I can’t believe how much you two look alike. Are you and she related?

Imogen
No. Now, let me go.

Alessandra
I told you, you REALLY don’t wanna go to the hospital here.

Imogen
Then take me to another one.

Alessandra
Where? You drove around, did you see any hospitals nearby?

Imogen
…no.

Alessandra
What?

Imogen
No, I didn’t, ok? Can I at least call someone?

Alessandra
No phone, and yours got smashed.

Imogen
How can you not have a phone?

Alessandra
Who would I call?

Imogen
Friends? Family?

Alessandra
Nine houses, remember? And no one’s worth making the effort for. As for family… I’m all alone.

Imogen
How responsible is it for a nurse to not have a phone? Aren’t you all supposed to be on-call or something?

Alessandra
That’s what the beeper’s for.

Imogen
They still make beepers?

Alessandra
At least one more.

Imogen
I have people who’ll worry about me. I need to get in contact with them.

Alessandra
Or what?

Imogen
What?

Alessandra
It’s very dangerous to move you, and I wanna know if they’re important enough for you to risk injury. Are they worth dying for?

Imogen
No one’s fucking worth dying for.

Alessandra
Almost no one. Then why is important that you call them? Were you running from them?

Imogen
What?

Alessandra
It’s ok, you can tell me. As a nurse, I have to know as much about my patient as possible so I know how to properly handle them. Some need sugar, and some need lemons. Which are you?

Imogen
Annoyed. Look, I appreciate you taking care of me, but you can’t keep me here.

Alessandra
Then get up. I’ll even open the door. If you can make it outside, I’ll take you to where I make phone calls.

Imogen
I have a broken leg.

Alessandra
And? The phone call’s important, right? Re-breaking a leg is just a drop in the bucket.

Imogen
I’ll… stay.

Alessandra
Good Imogen.

Imogen
But don’t treat me like your fucking pet.

Alessandra
I already feed and clean you, though.

Imogen
Clean me? You’ve seen me nude?

Alessandra
I’ve seen a lot of my patients nude. They weren’t always as enjoyable to look at, though.

Imogen
What?

Alessandra
I thought you were Sarah Mitchell at the time. Sorry!

Imogen
It’s never ok to drool over an unconscious woman, ok? I shouldn’t even have to SAY that.

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