LUCKY( A short story)

Final Chapter

This...this is not my baby, she told herself, again, and again, god, this is not my baby. It's not mine. It's not! The thing she had found behind the tree was no living thing. It was simply a doll that little girls play with. It was made of plastic.

"There she is."

She turned to see three men dressed in white coming towards here, "Get her," said one of them.

She tried to run, but they pinned her to the ground, "Give me your jacket. Cover her." As they forced her into this wool jacket covering her naked breasts, the third man pulled an electric rod, aiming to shock her body with electricity.

She screamed, and fought, and scratched them, "Hold her!"

"Hold her tight, I said!"

Electricity was zapping in that stick, "Hold her. Hold h—"

"There's no need for that gentlemen," said another man, dressed in a short white vest, wearing round glasses, and the darkest shoes, "There's no need."

The three men held her as the fourth walked gently towards her, "Dear, do you know how these men are?" She shook her head.

"Do you know who I am then?"

She shook her head. "Try to remember. Let her go. Give her some space. She won't run."

"Try again to remember."

"You're...you're Doctor. Himer. You're Doctor. Himer!" she remembered. She remembered everything.

"Good," said the Doctor, "And who are you?"

"I'm...I'm Sarah."

"Good. And Sarah who old are you, dear?"

She couldn't remember, "H-he took m-my baby! He took my baby! LUCKY! He-he ss-stole my baby!"

The Doctor turned to one of the men, "Look at her now. Look at her! I told you times and again to keep that dog on a godamn leash!"

"Sir, he's harmless. He just like to play."

"Play? Is this playing? LOOK AT HER! Godamn you and that dog of yours!" He calmed himself, and looked at her, "Dear, Sarah, look at me, how old are you?"

"M-my baby. My baby. He-he—"

"Don't worry. It will all be fine. Just try and remember."

"I'm...I'm twenty three," Sarah replied, "I'm twenty three."

The Doctor shook his head in disappointment, "You're not. Sarah, tell the truth."

"I'm...I'm sixty... one. I'm sixty one years old. I'm sixty one years old," said the old woman feeling her age, and remembering at last.

"And where's your baby? What happened to your baby?"

"I'm sixty one years old," said Sarah, "I'm sixty one years old."

"I know. But where's your baby?"

"He's...he's gone. He died when I was in the hospital. I'm sixty one years old, and my baby's gone. I'm sixty one years old, and my baby died in the hospital. I'm sixty one years old..."

"Give her a 2 millimeter dose," said the Doctor, "and help her up."

"Is it enough, sir?"

"It is. She won't make any trouble. She remembers."

They pricked her with a syringe in the arm, and helped the old woman onto her feet, "I got her. She and I will walk back. And you, get rid of that dog. I want him out of my hospital."

"But sir, Lucky is—"

"I don't want to argue. It's either him or you. You're supposed to look after my patients. Not harass them."

"Lucky. Come. Come, let's go."

Sarah saw the dog, and pinched the Doctor in his shoulder, "It's alright," he said, "Everything's alright. The other patients are waiting. They didn't know what to do when they saw running into the forest. They're worried about you."

"They are?"

"They are. And Mina. She wouldn't stop yelling. She misses you."

"I miss her too."

"And she kept your share," said the Doctor.

"My share?"

"Yes, your share of Vanilla Ice cream."

"O-oh," she let out in joy, and excitement, "B-but...but did Mina keep it cold in-in a fridge?"

"Of course, she did."

"I miss her too," said the old woman, "I miss her too." And I miss my baby.

The End.