Semester B - Week 2 (Continued)

Here is the second part of my assignment described below. This is the dramatic script. I'm still not too good as writing for TV so this is far from my best piece but hopefully it'll get me somewhere in life.

Hospital bed is being pushed down the corridor by nurses dressed in blue uniforms.

Pete (laughing) - I’m getting my head cut open in 10 minutes. Can you film it for me please?

Nurse - We’ll see what we can do.

Debbie (Mum) - Be quiet now, and don’t worry. I’ll be waiting for you when you come out.

Bed is pushed into a small room and Pete is injected with anaesthetic. Counting down from 10, he falls asleep, ready for the operation.

4 Hours later

Pete’s eyes begin flickering open and he’s finally awake.

Pete (thinking) - Where am I? Who are all these people in these beds? My operation has just finished.

Nurse walks in with parents.

Mum - Are you awake?

Pete - (Mumbles)

An hour later Pete is wheeled back to his hospital room where he will spend the next week attached to a machine to monitor brain activity.
Grandparents are sat in the room, waiting. Both ask how it went.

Nurse - It went very well. We got the wires attached with no problems. Through the next week we’ll be taking records and checking all activity of the brain when he has a seizure then we’ll analyse and decide whether it’s safe to remove the tumour or not.

Family member - Are you hungry?

Pete - Yes.

A week of lying in bed with wires coming out of the head has begun.

Semester B - Week 2

This week we had to take a significant day in our life/lives and create three pieces out of it: a poem, dramatic treatment (stage script) and fictional treatment.

As I'm not a fan of poetry, I put this back to the last minute but it seemed to come out okay, I suppose seeing as poetry is usually just written in a style which may people may call bollocks. After this post I'll be sticking up part two of this week's assignment and hopefully by the end of the night be able to stick up part 3 so here it is:

Lying on a bed
Travelling down a hallway
With tubes in my arms
And parents by my side
Sending me soothing words

Nervous but excited
Tired but awake
Curious but knowledgeable
And aware of what’s to follow
After I fall asleep

Waiting in a room
Surrounded by tools
A needle points towards me
And gently enters my arm
Before I know it, I’m asleep

Finally asleep
Surrounded by surgeons
It’s time to start
Cutting things open
With a sharpened medical blade

Move forward 4 hours
Eyes flicker open
Wondering where I am
I’m in a hospital ward
Sterile, white and cold

Gosh, I’m in G.O.S.H
Surrounded by fellow operationees
All attached to machines
Making strange noises
Bleeps and buzzes and hums

With wires in my head
And tubes in my arms
I’m unable to move
From this bed with locked wheels
And plain white sheets


Parents arrive at my side
Ask if I’m okay
Not okay but alive
But still extremely tired
And able to sleep for a day

I’m lying in bed
On my road to the cure
Of an epileptic life
To be free from worries
And able to have more fun

The road is long
This is just the beginning
But I’m willing and ready
To be attached to a machine
For the long week ahead