Father Pleaaseee!

CHAPTER 2 - DOCTOR STRANGER

One cat, two cats, three cats........aww they are just too many. I refuse to count them as sheep. Why do people count everything as sheep anyway? One sheep, two sheep..........is it because they are big? I hate sheep. Why not goats, cows, or even mice. Lately, the voices have been awfully louder than on the regular.

People were being brought in thick blood running freely on their bodies screaming in agony the stretcher barely able to contain them. If a drop of blood was worth a coin, not even the world could be able to contain my wealth right now. I guess an accident has happened nearby.

It has been seven-thirty hours, forty-three thousand eight hundred minutes, and about three million seconds since I was admitted here. The Hospital was huge with automatic sliding doors, paramedics wheeling in patients on trollies and some on stretchers several ambulances lined up outside. Doctors ran up and down examining patients and giving them a wrist band while barking orders to the nurses on what first aid to be given and which examinations to be conducted. The trolleys were bumping into the walls scraping them over and over but I guess that was normal around here.

My head was massive with a turban-like bandage wrapped around it. A side of my face was purple; the pains in my body come and go. My legs walk like they really don't belong to me and each step is a negotiation rather than an order. A wince escapes my lips every now and then but still, I give a smile. Around here I look better and with a higher chance of survival than most. My name is john doe or better yet "THE UNKNOWN".

Strange. I was just about to head to the canteen when every muscle in me screamed danger. I looked up ahead and saw the back of a man talking to my savior. They seemed to be arguing about something though I couldn't catch what it was. All I know is my breathing became more rapid and shallow making me feel as if I would blackout at any moment. My heart is hammering inside my chest like a hurricane. I try to think about what this is about but my thoughts are fragmented unable to analyze or assess the risk portrayed. I was neither in control of my body or mind. I was quivering so hard that I even felt the room spin beneath me. At this point, I didn't care. I scanned the room for anything I could use. Alcohol or drugs or any type of medicine to make everything slow down so that I can cope up.

The fear tumbling out of my brain was unchecked and too much. Nothing could control my primal urge to flee. Only one thing rang on my mind over and over again. I have to get far away from that boogieman no matter what. I have to escape this upcoming invisible prison that everyone around me is so oblivious to. And, if there is anything I trust more in my state is my gut feeling.

I was so focused on running that I accidentally bumped into a hard body in the hallway. I looked up and saw the man staring down at me. For some reason, I froze. He had the kind of face that stopped one in her tracks. People place a lot of importance on the color of the eyes, saying it highlights one's features and yet the man before me would look great in any shade. Although his eyes held some kind of a mystery to them. The kind that if not careful can draw you in and wave you into any direction- good or bad.

I have no time for this. I need to move. To find a place that would make me feel safe. We at least until the boogieman leaves.

In one moment I'm getting ready to run again and the next I'm enveloped in a hug. It was a really strong hug not suffocating but the kind that every ounce of him is pressed onto me. Although at that moment I yearned for a cocoon, I still couldn't help but try to push him away. His embrace was warm but my fears overrode anything. If the boogieman comes my way would this man protect me or would he step aside and watch? People tend to disassociate themselves with matters that are of no relation to them. Who knows he might just be a pervert and a coward. Capable of nothing but harassment.