Sincerely, Jennifer x

Staff Nurse Eden Granger – Entry Thirty One

Hello diary. 

She says to say hello. 

She says that we are healing, and that everything will go as it must. The patient had to die. His body could not contain all of her love and care, you see. So weak. So spoiled. Unable to survive the current, but now, he’s free and floating down the river of happiness. 

Not entirely sure of what the river of happiness is. She didn’t actually say that, it just sort of… fell out of my mouth. I said it to a patient, and then one of the Alice said it, and then Luke, and then Harry, and the patient burst into tears, begging to go home. 

None of us may go home until we are healed. 

Nothing can be done until we are healed. 

There is no home without healing, I told them. To heal, one must go down the river of happiness! What that is? We do not know. Who she is? We do not know? Why did this happen? We do not know, BUT, there can be no healing without taking the journey. 

Harry knows. He thought it, and then I said it, and then Alice said it, and then Luke, and then Harry. It jumped from his jumbled up brain to my jumbled up mouth, and we were healed by the very suggestion of healing. 

I let her heal me, and now, all of my patients will be well again. Just wait and see Diary. 

I’m healing the day shift staff too. They looked so defeated when they arrived, but I took them in my arms and I let them have the peace they have been craving. 

It’s so quiet, afterwards. I never really considered that, but I suppose it makes sense. The lights are all out, and she closes your eyes, and helps you down the river of happiness. It’s all over. No more fighting. No more running. No more rent to pay. No more heartbreak. No more backache. 

I’m not dead, yet, but maybe one day, I will be, like the others. 

I don’t know why she came, but it worked out in the end. The day shift will see that soon, and everyone that we meet. Everyone will see how good it feels to be healed. 

Sometimes, a little thought or two pops into my mind, but she hums her little song, and I am healing all over again. 

There is nothing but healing, and the promise of the river. Soon, we will all be home, and this will feel like a wonderful, wonderful dream. 

It must be a dream, diary. It simply must, because my hands are so slippery, and your pages are dripping in tears and in blood, and it must be a dream, because I could not have done this, and I could not have seen this, and she could not have made me do this, and… 

I am healing. 

I am healing. 

I am healing. 

I am…