Chapter 5 - The Letter

When I woke up, though how I managed to be alive at all was only revealed to me later, I saw that I was in one of those really embarrassing hospital dresses, where there is no back to it…

The light blinded me at first, but then my eyes adjusted, and took in the room, and the last thing that my eyes came to rest upon, was my Mum. My darling Mother, caressing my hair, until I attempted sitting up, at which she helped me, so I was propped up, on the pillows.

 

“How long?” I asked, my voice sounding terribly fragile.

“How long what dear?” She asked me.

“How long have I been unconscious?” I asked.

“Just a few hours…” She smiled, kindly, at me.

“Will I be okay now then?” I asked, with a weak smile on my face.

“They’ll need to do some more tests…” She trailed off, and then there was a knock at the door.

 

Dad walked in then, and his whole face lit up when he saw that I was awake.

“Hi, kiddo!” He ruffled my hair.

“Hi Dad.” I grinned at him.

“You look pale kid… are you okay?” He asked, sounding concerned, which sounded weird coming from Dad – usually he’s the one that’s cheering everybody up.

“Dad, I’ve just been shot, of course I’m okay.” I laughed at my incomprehensible sarcasm.

“Well you can’t be that ill if you’re making jokes with me like that.” He laughed, and then we were all laughing.

 

The doctors ran some tests on me, gave me some more blood (I’d lost a lot) which I was truly thankful to blood donors for, and swore that when I was all better, I would be a blood donor.

I was discharged from the hospital with a number to ring should I have any difficulties, a week later.

 

The train ride back to York was quiet, and I ended up falling asleep on the way back.

I woke up suddenly; there was a little jolt in the carriage (the thing that had woken me up) and suddenly, we weren’t attached anymore, and I found myself shaking. That’s when I woke up – just a bad dream. What else is new? The shaking had been Mum and Dad trying to wake me up – we’d arrived.

 

I danced off the train to laughter from Mum and Dad, and a twinkle in my eye.

We all skipped, hand-in-hand to the bus station, and then, on the ride home, were singing ‘if you’re happy and you know it’ all the way back, which the driver even joined in with!

 

When we got home, there was a letter waiting for me, and it had an official-looking stamp on it. I opened it, wondering what it could possibly be, and looked to the top-right-hand-corner, at the address, hoping for some clue, and that’s when I saw that it was from Buckingham Palace! I looked to the bottom of the letter, and it was from the Queen herself!

 

It read:

 

Dear Clementine,

I saw what happened with the offender and the weapon outside my home yesterday through my upstairs window, and have to say that I think you are a very brave girl.

You were crucially wounded and could have even died but you kept fighting because you promised the government, and all of us in the Buckingham Palace, feel that we are very proud of you.

So, with that, what’s left to say, is that we would like to see you, on the 10th of July, to knight you.

Congratulations, and we shall see you there.

Her majesty,

Queen Elizabeth II

 

I was absolutely ecstatic with the letter that I went running down the street singing ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’ by ‘Queen’, and it was all a little bit ironic in itself. But, I was extra alert at this point because everything seemed so perfect.

The End

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