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Translation
Lucy
You don't know me. My name is Alcide (seriously old fashioned awful French name) and after your attack the captain (Thomas) has asked me to keep an eye on you. I am not with you the whole time, of course the medical team has to do their work but I am the man that has spent the most time by your side while you were in a coma. In case the man who attacked you came back.
As I am writing this you still haven't woken up. Actually I am not sure why I am even writing this letter or whether I'll give it to you at all. Right now writing is the one thing that is keeping me awake so late at night, while the purring machines that keep you alive soothe me like the fairy tales my mother used to tell me.
Yes, I also come at night. At first I came reluctantly- there is a lot of work in Town. People are acting rather oddly. Only yesterday a woman asked me for directions to the Marcellin drugstore. The shop was closed 25 years ago. My grandparents used to run it. You would have liked my grandfather. He was always telling stories. He used to say that in this Town anything can happen. Because people are prepared to believe anything. He used to tell me about the fire that burnt down part of the forest. No-one ever knew how is started. Animals jumped in the lake to escape it. Just like a suicide. After that there were stories that the Devil lived underground and had ordered the animals to die in the lake as a warning. People used to repeat these nonsensical tales and actually started to believe that a malevolent force actually made the animals drown.
Isn't that crazy. I feel like I'm living in one my grandfather's tales right now. I am hearing insane stories in Town. I would like to discuss it with the captain and see how we can manage these crazy rumours but I dare not- he seems very tired and anxious at the moment, as if some inner torment was eating him up.
Those who know him well tell me he's not been in such a state since the day his current partner was due to marry another. I caught him one afternoon staring at a CCTV recording of the town and what I saw in his eyes Lucy was no less than madness, as if he were contaminated by the hysteria seeping in our every day life like a virus. My grandfather used to say that the water running through the Town's veins made people go nuts.
Even he used to come up with extravagant scenarios as well. With all this going on my days are rather exhausting which is why I was reluctant to spend my nights guarding you against an assailant who seems to have vanished into thin air. Then I realised that being near you soothed me. Being next to you has made me rediscover lost childhood feelings. Lucy you might find it strange but it is as if you have opened a door to a time when my life was softer and simpler. Images, smells, sounds have come back to me to reassure me that things will get better.
I began to look forward to those times in your room. Just like I used to like watching you work at the Lake Pub. While my friends would get drunk I used to watch you going from table to table with your happy confident smile that local people don't seem to possess.
Of course, you never saw me. No one ever notices me. I am one of those insignificant people who like ghosts are barely noticeable.
Of course every time you left with a man it felt as if someone was tearing the flesh of my stomach with their teeth (LITERALLY- NOT A NORMAL EXPRESSION AT ALL). Specially when you went with Mr Seguret who seemed to be your favourite. But I never revealed my suffering, I thought that one day I would get to enjoy you myself.
And it happening. I am in charge of looking after you and I am the one listening to your breathing, smelling you, watching your body when the nurses wash you and forget I'm even in the room.
Your body. If you could have seen the look on the doctors' faces when your injuries started to fade! It was as if a dead person was coming back to life. When they left I lifted the sheet and your night dress and I got to run my fingers on your scars. As I was enjoying touching them it felt as if was bringing back my grandfather- as if he were watching us and blessing our future relationship. As I felt your scars fade under my fingers I could hear his voice in my head. His tone was equally reassuring and terrifying. 'Alcide whatever you do here there is no God or church to forgive you. If you feel sin brewing within you, remember the lake. It will be the cocoon that turns you into a butterfly.'
Lucy I am nearing the end of my letter and you are still sleeping. But I promise that I will wash for you, I will shed the dirty shell that covers my being and I will come back to get so that you and I can finally be happy.
I love you Lucy
Alcide