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The last time I went for a doctor's visit was when my carpal tunnel started acting up. It's acting up right now. But when I went to the appointment I was expecting to walk out of there with a prescription for painkillers and a doctor's note to take the day off from work. Instead, I am now trapped in a hospital, sitting at a computer covered head to toe in blood and filth with barely any hope left.
I live in a small town called Westport in Ohio. It's one of those towns where you literally pass it after driving past an exit of the highway. It's that small. You'll probably go to look it up and won't find it either. There's something going on. I should have paid more attention to the broadcasts and news. I should have paid attention that people were fleeing the state and even the country. I didn't know until I looked up the number of people in the U.S. getting passports and getting the hell out of dodge in 2022. I've been seeing a lot of nondescript vans and vehicles coming and going lately after the fact.
It isn't a stretch to say that I think what is happening to my town and the people here is connected. It may be happening in other places as well.
I'm getting ahead of myself.
I walked in to see the usual two or three people in seats looking off in space and signed in with a grunt and a sigh.
"You in for your arm again, James?" Asked the young front desk lady with a kind smile, but a miserable look in her eyes. Linda, I think.
"Yeah. It's pretty bad." I said.
I turned and sat down in the waiting room once I was finished. When one of the patients was called, I remember hearing something strange coming from the hallways outside the room. The building we were in was a small general hospital with about 24 to 30 rooms, give or take. The sounds were audible cries, with something else. They seemed to be coming from a woman, so I figured it had to be another section like the maternal ward or an examination room with procedures being performed and someone was crying out and a male doctor may be calling for help?
Brushing this off, I stared at the chair in front of me and began to experience a sinking feeling in my chest that something wasn't quite right. Usually, when I get uncomfortable, it's because there's a sort of "disturbance in the force" that I experience, and I felt it then. Hard.
I looked over to Linda and she was on the phone speaking quietly into the receiver. The desk had one of those transparent plastic covers, aside from the fingerprints and markings, that was recently put up due to the Covid-19 outbreak. It was a little funky to see clearly, but we locked eyes for a moment and her expression was grim, with her dark eyes now wide and a look of fear washed over her. She hung up the phone a moment later and looked down at the desk.
At that moment, the cries became louder. I realized they were coming from the backroom of the doctor's office instead. The cries came closer and closer until the waiting door flew open and an elderly woman with tears flowing down her face came through the door. She was doing this.. half laugh, half cry thing while smiling. She walked while doing this and slightly jerked her body and approached Linda.
"You checking out, Grace?" She asked in a concerned tone.
"Why, yes I am!" Exclaimed the elderly woman with some vigor.
The woman was twitching and smiling and giggling in this fashion that I just can't put into words except that she looked strung out on something, but her eyes were lucid. Aware, even. But still had tears flowing down them. It was for lack of a better term, uncanny to look at. I watched her as she left the room, twitching ever so happily.
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