Lying on the couch I was feeling extremely sorry for myself. Sore head, a cough , no voice. I meen how much worse could it get. Well I was about to find out. My papa was always a healthy man. Didn't smoke , never drank, his only pleasure in life was taking his dog Chrisy a walk down Ayr beach with my gran.
A few years before, he suffered from a heart attack giving everyone in the family a fright. Never-the-less he pulled through and was getting along fine. So that weekend we bought him a mobile. Regardless of his ranting and raving about how "we dont need technology" we showed him how to work it and he agreed to carry it around in his pocket incase of 'an emergancy' or as he would wisper to me out of earshot, so i could spend all his money in it.
So i cuddled up in my duvet. Eventually finding a programme that I wanted to watch on TV. The smell of burnt toast errupted from the kitchen as the phone rang. Slowly and dramtically I pulled myself from the couch and answered. The sound of the wind came bellowing down the phone like the roar of a lion. Faintly I could hear the sound of someone in the background. Not thinking I passed the phone to my mum.
"Katie ! " mum shouted. I jolted upright and whipped my head towards the kitchen, sending a shooting pain down my neck."Quick ... make me a coffee... shoes need to find shoes..."
Motionless and frozen, my body completely numb, I was glued to the spot. Greg. That was the first thought that ran through my mind. God please dont let it be kyle!
"Mum what is it?" I managed to stutter, but my mum had already switched onto auto pilot. Quickly and instantly she lit a cigarette. For some reason I seemed to notice the red light at the end of it with great detail.
"Phone your Aunt Caroline tell, her to come home now."
"MUM!" i shouted, "what's happened?
I froze. The next few sentences that spilled out her mouth seemed as if they were being said in slow motion.
"It's papa. He's collapsed. A mans with gran and...