The woman scowls and begins to open her mouth to say something, but their eyes meet for a second, she sees the anxiety in Rachel’s expression and decides against it.This reads a bit awkwardly, in my opinion.It just feels like there's too much information for one sentence. I would split it up, if I were you, making something-like-but-not-necessarily: "The woman scowls and begins to open her mouth to say something, but their eyes meet, and for a second she sees the anxiety in Rachel’s expression. She shuts her mouth and passes without saying a word."
Rachel knows he would have been like this all day.Hm... I think if you use the word "would" in a sentence like this, you also need an "if" part of the sentence as well (like "Rachel knows he would have been like this all day if it was up to him."). On the other hand, you could always just say something like "Rachel knows he has been like this all day."
Rachel walks in and sits by the bed. For a moment Pete doesn’t realise she is there. She coughs and Pete turns his head, smiling excitedly when he sees who it is that has come to see him.This is a pet-peeve of mine: in general, try not to write the character names unless you have to. It breaks up the flow (for me, anyway). In this case, there are only two characters present -- and one is male and one is female! So if you just call them "he" and "she" you'll be fine.
Pete stops smiling suddenly and his brow furrows; a sign that he is thinking about something serious...and then, later:
Rachel gathers her thoughts and wrinkles her nose, a sign she is about to say something serious...I'm not complaining about this -- on the contrary, I like it a lot! It's a nice parallel between the characters.
Rachel is late; visiting time is nearly over. She rushes through the hospital'sautomatic doorsof the hospital, narrowly avoiding an elderly lady with a pained look on her facecoming the opposite way. The woman scowls and begins to open her mouth to say something, but their eyes meet for a second, she sees the anxiety in Rachel’s expression and decides against it.
The woman at the reception says ‘Hello, how may I help you?’ far too enthusiastically,like one of those pull-string toys that only say a handful of phrases.Rachel imagines a child under the desk having to pull the long cord every time someone approaches the reception and she smiles to herself.
Rachel makes her way to the lifts. There are three lifts in the hospital. Stuck to the doors of the first lift is a sheet of paper with ‘out of order’ scrawled on it in childish handwriting. Inside the second is a fold out ‘Danger! Wet floor!’ sign and what appears to be vomit, of varying colour and density, covering most of the floor. The third lift arrives at the ground floor with a ‘ping’ and the doors open. People spill out, urgently pushing past each other as if they can’t bear one more minute in the building. Each second brings them closer to sickness; they can feel it slowly filling their lungs, smothering their skin, infecting their entire bodies; they can feel the bacteria entering through their pores, tumours growing in their brains, cancer eating away at their organs; if they don’t get out right now they will disintegrate where they stand, they will deflate and dissolve into a putrid puddle of flesh and bone.
There is one man left standing in the lift. He doesn’t look at Rachel and instead coughs and splutters into a grimy looking handkerchief. I’ll just take the stairs, she thinks.
When Rachel gets to the ward Pete is awake and sitting up in bed. Instead of going in immediately she stands by the entrance and watches him; he is staring out the window. Rachel knows he would have been like this all day. If left by himself he just stares out the window, lost in a maze of daydreams. No, lost is the wrong word. He would willingly stay like that for hours; finding new pathways, new routes; exploring his imagination.
“Good, thanks.” Pete stops smiling suddenly and his brow furrows; a sign that he is thinking about something serious, “I saw a boy pulling the wings off a fly today. It made me think of you.”“Pete, that’s gross,” Rachel laughs, “Why would you say that?”
“He didn’t do it on purpose. It wasn’t his fault. It was wriggling around too much. They just came off.”
“Oh, ok.”
“I imagined the sound in my head; ‘pop’. Do you think they grow back? Do you think they have spare wings? I think they do, he’d have a spare pair, maybe not his best, not his favourite, they were gone, he’d have to use the raggedy pair with a hole in one side that are one size too big. He’d have to stop every five minutes to readjust them. It’d take him ages to fly home, his mum would be worried: ‘Where is Lenny?’ she’d think, that’s his name, Lenny, ‘Where is Lenny? I was expecting him home an hour a go, his tea’s getting cold.’ And he’d come through the door, wings all in a mess, out of breath, tears in his eyes, ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I can’t believe I lost them, it’s all my fault.’ The wings were a birthday present from his Nan who-”,Rachel resisted the urge to butt in, not that it would matter, she was invisible to him right now,“- got the ones with the red stripe across the back, he’d been asking for them for weeks, and now he’d lost them, stupid, stupid, stupid, all because he wasn’t looking where he was going and went straight into this wet patch on the floor. The boy didn’t even mean to. He was trying to help, but the wings just ‘pop’ came off. It made me think of you.”
“Do you want me to get you anything? Are you hungry?”
“No, I’m ok.”
“Ok. I brought you a present.”
“A present! Where is it? Can I have it now?”
“Wait,” Rachel takes the rectangle box out of her bag and places it in his outstretched palm, “Ok, now.”
“Wow! Thanks Rachel!” he smiles at her fondly, “red is my favourite colour: my bedroom is red and my schoolbag is red and the planet Mars is red and strawberries are red and tomatoes are red an-”“Yes, I know, I thought you would like them. Do they remind you of anything?”
“My mum always told me to make sure I tie my shoe laces properly but instead I would tuck my shoe laces into my shoes, and she would say ‘one day you will have an accident because your shoe laces aren’t tied properly and you will hurt yourself’ but I would always tuck my shoe laces into my shoes because it’s easier.”
“Wow, umm, that’s an interesting dream.”Rachel gathers her thoughts and wrinkles her nose, a sign she is about to say something serious, “look Pete, I’ve been coming here to try and explain…um… do you know why I visit you every day?”
“My mum says you shouldn’t come here and that it’s ‘all her fault’ and ‘hasn’t she done enough damage’ but I like it when you visit. You’re the only one that listens.”
“So”, tears spring to Rachel’s eyes, “tell me more about this fly with no wings.”