Accident

The helicopter landed in the harbour while I was making my morning flask of coffee.  I poured the coffee and hurried towards my office but on the way I was stopped by my friend.  He knew I had a soft spot for her, he knew it would be distressing to see her being loaded into the hospital helicopter.  The baker had discovered her.  He sometimes empties his slops into the harbour as his drain has a tendency to block.  After that day, I never again chastised him for this habit.  She had fallen at the bench, she had been standing on the back of the bench when she slipped hitting her head as she fell.  Later we found out she had also vomited when she had fallen blocking her airways.  They operated for four hours, I heard, a brain hemorrhage.  Cut away part of her skull leaving a dent, an odd shaped head, when the bandaging was eventually removed.  And mobility issues.  She walked with a zimmer frame when she eventually came back to the village after seven months.  A four wheel rollator, actually, a zimmer frame with a seat.  She was angry when she came back, she was less restrained letting the anger show more visibly.  She became more reclusive. 

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