Waters Saga: See LiveJournal for (much) more writing.
Here is the first chapter of [hopefully] many more in this silly ridiculous (still untiteld) saga about Roger Waters being institutionalised in an old folks' home. I hope you enjoy. And bear in mind; it's meant to be ridiculous. Enough babbling.. onward to the silliness.
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It was a beautiful summer day in the Fletcher Memorial Home when they brought him in. "He's had quite a fall.. they're keeping him here for an undetermined amount of time. That's all we know," spoke Ramona, the head nurse.
"Well who knows how long that'll be? And what are we supposed to do with him until then?" groaned Julia, another one of the nurses.
"We'll set up a room for him and care for him just like every other patient. There's nothing else we can do, this is out of my hands. We're just going to have to keep him 'round until we get told otherwise. Vera, Lucy," Ramona gestured to the two girls in uniform sitting directly in front of her. "Take his things from the front hall and stow them in 401. We'll get him settled this afternoon, when he wakes up."
The two girls exchanged brief glances with each other and then nodded before getting up and heading for the door. "If he wakes up.." Lucy muttered under her breath, causing Vera to snort quietly and swat at Lucy's arm as the two of them exited the room.
"Now. That having been taken care of, you can all go back to work. Anyone with a shift ending at five o'clock, you'll be able to sign out and pick up your check for the month at the receptionist's desk, tonight." Ramona narrowed her eyes and looked over the sea of uniformed women before her. "Anyone with a night shift, I'm sorry, but you'll have to wait until tomorrow to pick up your check, as they're still being printed." Ramona folded her arms across her perfectly pressed white collared shirt and gazed around the room once more. "Well? What are you all sitting around for? Get to work!" She barked, sending the girls all scurrying off in different directions. Ramona stopped in the hallway when she caught sight of Lucy and Vera at the end of the hallway, most likely returning from dropping off the bags.
"Lucy?" She called out to them, stopping the girls in their tracks. They stared back at their superior, awaiting their instructions.
"You and Vera.. shall be his caretakers. He'll be up there, now, waiting." With that, Ramona pivoted on her heels and clicked down the hallway. The two girls groaned and rolled their eyes.
"Great. We're stuck taking care of this bloody old geezer." Lucy snapped through her teeth, turning around to head back to the room she'd just left.
"Maybe he'll have some interesting stories about Pink Floyd," Vera whispered, giggling quietly. "I mean, this is Roger Waters we're talking about.. he's probably got a ton of them." Vera grinned smartly at her friend who only laughed and shook her head at the comment.
"Come on.. let's go get him 'settled'." Lucy grabbed Vera by the wrist and whisked her away up the stairs.
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As they rounded the top of the stairs, both girls stopped suddenly as they stared at the number in front of them; 401. They exchanged one last quick glance with each other and tip-toed cautiously towards the door. Lucy was the brave one to slowly turn the handle and poke her head inside.
"Mister Waters..?" she asked timidly, boldly taking a step inside the room.
"What do you want," a low voice grumbled from the shadowed figure that was slumped in the corner.
Lucy sighed slightly, still not entirely calm, but feeling a bit more confident. She took a few more small steps into the room and gestured Vera inside.
"I'm.." she glanced quickly at Vera. "We're the nurses who'll be taking care of you. I'm Lucy and this is Vera." She clasped her hands neatly in front of her and stared back at the dimly-lit man, awaiting a response which never came.
"S.. so if you need anything, don't hesitate to call on us," Vera interjected quietly, smiling softly at the older man. "We'll be milling about, or you could ring that buzzer," she continued, gesturing to the small red button over the bed on the wall. After waiting a moment for an affirmative response and observing nothing, Vera began walking toward the button "It's right th--"
"I know where it fucking is!" snapped the patient, sending Vera scurrying backwards, blushing slightly. "Yes.. of course, sir. My mistake." She glanced over at Lucy, nervously, before casting her gaze back to the man in the corner.
"Bad enough I'm fucking stuck here, I don't need you two hovering over me like some sort of.." he trailed off, muttering angrily under his breath, until Lucy spoke up to cut him off.
"Well, if there's anything you do require, that's how to get a hold of us. Dinner is at five-thirty." Lucy nodded politely and refused to wait for a reply as she ushered Vera quickly out of the room before stepping out herself, closing the door softly behind her. "Well he's a bit nasty, isn't he?" Vera whispered, her eyes wide from the experience.
"That's going to change, I've got news for him." Lucy eyed the door suspiciously, a slight anger hidden behind them. "Come on then, let's go."
Back in his room, Roger was slumped, motionless in the chair in the corner of his room. He gazed out the window and grumbled something about hospitality under his breath. Just then, a bird fluttered by and landed in the barred windowsill. The bassist chuckled bitterly at the sight and watched it with mild interest.
"How is it out there? Bet it's bloody wonderful.. better than this fucking... prison." he laughed again and reached out to touch the bird, which flinched slightly but made no attempt to escape. Roger slid one of his long fingers through the bars and began stroking the birds soft head, delicately. After a moment of silently studying the bird, he furrowed his eyebrows slightly, as though concentrating very hard on something.
"I don't know why," he whispered quietly to the small creature, continuing to idly stroke it's feathers, "but I feel compelled to tell you that you deserve golf."
With that, the bird startled and took off into the sky, leaving Roger alone again, in his blank white room.
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I know it's silly and ridiculous and all but.. isn't it amusing? I'm working on the next chapter, already, so keep an eye peeled. You ought to visit my LiveJournal; it's a lot busier than this thing is.
Take care,
-Lynsey-
*******
It was a beautiful summer day in the Fletcher Memorial Home when they brought him in. "He's had quite a fall.. they're keeping him here for an undetermined amount of time. That's all we know," spoke Ramona, the head nurse.
"Well who knows how long that'll be? And what are we supposed to do with him until then?" groaned Julia, another one of the nurses.
"We'll set up a room for him and care for him just like every other patient. There's nothing else we can do, this is out of my hands. We're just going to have to keep him 'round until we get told otherwise. Vera, Lucy," Ramona gestured to the two girls in uniform sitting directly in front of her. "Take his things from the front hall and stow them in 401. We'll get him settled this afternoon, when he wakes up."
The two girls exchanged brief glances with each other and then nodded before getting up and heading for the door. "If he wakes up.." Lucy muttered under her breath, causing Vera to snort quietly and swat at Lucy's arm as the two of them exited the room.
"Now. That having been taken care of, you can all go back to work. Anyone with a shift ending at five o'clock, you'll be able to sign out and pick up your check for the month at the receptionist's desk, tonight." Ramona narrowed her eyes and looked over the sea of uniformed women before her. "Anyone with a night shift, I'm sorry, but you'll have to wait until tomorrow to pick up your check, as they're still being printed." Ramona folded her arms across her perfectly pressed white collared shirt and gazed around the room once more. "Well? What are you all sitting around for? Get to work!" She barked, sending the girls all scurrying off in different directions. Ramona stopped in the hallway when she caught sight of Lucy and Vera at the end of the hallway, most likely returning from dropping off the bags.
"Lucy?" She called out to them, stopping the girls in their tracks. They stared back at their superior, awaiting their instructions.
"You and Vera.. shall be his caretakers. He'll be up there, now, waiting." With that, Ramona pivoted on her heels and clicked down the hallway. The two girls groaned and rolled their eyes.
"Great. We're stuck taking care of this bloody old geezer." Lucy snapped through her teeth, turning around to head back to the room she'd just left.
"Maybe he'll have some interesting stories about Pink Floyd," Vera whispered, giggling quietly. "I mean, this is Roger Waters we're talking about.. he's probably got a ton of them." Vera grinned smartly at her friend who only laughed and shook her head at the comment.
"Come on.. let's go get him 'settled'." Lucy grabbed Vera by the wrist and whisked her away up the stairs.
**********
As they rounded the top of the stairs, both girls stopped suddenly as they stared at the number in front of them; 401. They exchanged one last quick glance with each other and tip-toed cautiously towards the door. Lucy was the brave one to slowly turn the handle and poke her head inside.
"Mister Waters..?" she asked timidly, boldly taking a step inside the room.
"What do you want," a low voice grumbled from the shadowed figure that was slumped in the corner.
Lucy sighed slightly, still not entirely calm, but feeling a bit more confident. She took a few more small steps into the room and gestured Vera inside.
"I'm.." she glanced quickly at Vera. "We're the nurses who'll be taking care of you. I'm Lucy and this is Vera." She clasped her hands neatly in front of her and stared back at the dimly-lit man, awaiting a response which never came.
"S.. so if you need anything, don't hesitate to call on us," Vera interjected quietly, smiling softly at the older man. "We'll be milling about, or you could ring that buzzer," she continued, gesturing to the small red button over the bed on the wall. After waiting a moment for an affirmative response and observing nothing, Vera began walking toward the button "It's right th--"
"I know where it fucking is!" snapped the patient, sending Vera scurrying backwards, blushing slightly. "Yes.. of course, sir. My mistake." She glanced over at Lucy, nervously, before casting her gaze back to the man in the corner.
"Bad enough I'm fucking stuck here, I don't need you two hovering over me like some sort of.." he trailed off, muttering angrily under his breath, until Lucy spoke up to cut him off.
"Well, if there's anything you do require, that's how to get a hold of us. Dinner is at five-thirty." Lucy nodded politely and refused to wait for a reply as she ushered Vera quickly out of the room before stepping out herself, closing the door softly behind her. "Well he's a bit nasty, isn't he?" Vera whispered, her eyes wide from the experience.
"That's going to change, I've got news for him." Lucy eyed the door suspiciously, a slight anger hidden behind them. "Come on then, let's go."
Back in his room, Roger was slumped, motionless in the chair in the corner of his room. He gazed out the window and grumbled something about hospitality under his breath. Just then, a bird fluttered by and landed in the barred windowsill. The bassist chuckled bitterly at the sight and watched it with mild interest.
"How is it out there? Bet it's bloody wonderful.. better than this fucking... prison." he laughed again and reached out to touch the bird, which flinched slightly but made no attempt to escape. Roger slid one of his long fingers through the bars and began stroking the birds soft head, delicately. After a moment of silently studying the bird, he furrowed his eyebrows slightly, as though concentrating very hard on something.
"I don't know why," he whispered quietly to the small creature, continuing to idly stroke it's feathers, "but I feel compelled to tell you that you deserve golf."
With that, the bird startled and took off into the sky, leaving Roger alone again, in his blank white room.
*******
I know it's silly and ridiculous and all but.. isn't it amusing? I'm working on the next chapter, already, so keep an eye peeled. You ought to visit my LiveJournal; it's a lot busier than this thing is.
Take care,
-Lynsey-
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