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Chapter 7
Felicity was the nanny who had taken the day off without Olivia’s permission. The message on her phone was inviting:
Hi Felicity
Sorry I was so impatient the other day, but Andy was very upset that he didn’t see his favourite nanny. He asked me to beg you to come tomorrow and to pay you a double bonus to show how much he wants you to care for him. He knows you have quite a difficult journey so he has asked me to send a car to pick you up and take you home at the end of each day.
See you tomorrow morning
Olivia
Felicity lay down on the soft bed, she looked across at Andy lying down in his cot, who stared back at her with wide eyes. She moaned at him, her mouth plugged by a large baby’s dummy. She was naked, her hair shaven from every part of her body. The injection Olivia had given her had left her incapable of any movement or resistance.
Olivia showed her a large nappy, heavily used in the past and with a blue sign printed on it “Property of the Manor Hospital”. It was quite grey, the fibres crushed and scratchy from maybe hundreds of boil washes, some stains were too deep seated to be removed. Her freshly shaved body screaming as the rough cloth enveloped her with its protecting embrace. The nappy cream and talc didn’t seem to give much comfort. The heavy duty vinyl pants also had the institutional label and included a locking chain that sealed the nappy tightly. It was old traditional incontinence protection but it was thick and functional.
The pyjamas were like scrubs, but in a dingy grey fabric that had the hospital name stencilled onto the back of the jacket and on the seat of the trousers. On her feet a pair of pink fluffy full fitting slippers with a pink pom-pom on the toes.
“You are going to Epsom Felicity“ said Olivia “a patient at the Manor Hospital who was in solitary confinement for most of her stay sadly passed away and you are going to take her place”. Felicity moaned through her dummy and weakly shook her head.
Olivia took out a stainless steel box with preloaded syringes. The first was benzocaine and lidocaine which numbed her lips and cheeks as she injected it all around her face. The second was Botox which she injected into her tongue to leave it swollen and stiff at its tip. She replaced the dummy and quickly fitted a large heavily stained and fraying bib that proclaimed “patient Manor Hospital”. A hospital plastic wristband was fixed around her wrist “Selina Sanders”
The car that brought her to Olivia’s now loaded her into the back and dumped her not far from the hospital. She dragged her feet, the drugs leaving her in a drunken state. Her fat institutional nappies causing her to waddle and stagger as she threw one leg and then the other forward, in order to walk. She drooled incessantly and tried to engage with members of the public. “I’m Flisty” she tried to say, her bib wet and dirty, and her crew cut hair style making her appear intimidating. “Help me” she pleaded as people said “ she’s escaped from the loony bin, she’s one of those nutters”.
Eventually she was taken picked up by hospital orderlies and quickly transferred to the isolation floor where Olivia’s friend worked as Duty Sister. “Selina, welcome back” she said as Felicity wet her nappy for the second or third time. She opened the door to where Felicity would be incarcerated. It had a spy hole and hatch, and was heavily reinforced with locks and bolts. Inside the room was an adult sized bed with protective bars, a locker piled high with fat, dense, grey looking nappies and discoloured plastic pants.
Felicity spluttered past her dummy “my name ith Flithty”. Her tongue rigid at the tip with Botox based serum could not help her articulate and her face was still numb with local anaesthetic so she dribbled and drooled copiously.
“Poor Selina is having personality problems again, but we’ll make her better with her special medicine won’t we”? Said Sister Mary. She led her new charge into the cell. The wall was padded and marked from previous occupation, the room smelled of recent disinfection and the bed had been made with crisp white sheets.
Felicity sat on the bed, her pretty face now haggard and streaked with tears and slobber. Her crew cut head was covered in small nicks where Olivia had been careless with the clippers. The sister disappeared for a few minutes and returned with a syringe filled with a bright pink liquid, which she injected into her mouth. It was sweet and within minutes a warm glow spread over her. Some dribbled on to her bib and fanned out from her neck. Almost immediately she began to slump and needed to be laid back, as the powerful sedation took hold and the morphine worked its magic. She would not be a problem, the chemical cosh was potent and effective; it would not be long until she would be craving and pleading for her addictive medicine. The sides of her hospital bed were pulled up and secured. She was in her cot safe and sound. The cell door clanged shut and the lock turned as Felicity was safely interred.
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