You see yourself in a dimly lit room, only one light hanging from the ceiling, which keeps flickering as the time goes on. A bed, crowded around by two people, hiding and shadowing the face of the person in it, the two people, both wearing a white coat, a mask and holding scissors, they were doctors, trying to heal a badly wounded patient.
“How deep is the wound?” asked the worried first doctor
“At least ten inches deep.” Replied the second
“It would be quite hard to stop the bleeding.” The first doctor said anxiously
“But not impossible, just wrap it with a bunch of clothing and it will be fine.”
The first one did as he was told, no sooner that he had wrapped the wound, the fabric was quickly filled with red stains.
“It’s worse than I thought,” said the first doctor. “We must – “
The lights went out. The hospital hadn’t been paying their bills, so it was quite normal for the lights to go out when you least expected it to.
“Great timing.” Said the second sarcastically
“Now what do we do?”
The second sighed. “There is no hope for him to live, he is our last patient anyway. We need to abandon this place now. Besides, what would happen anyways if he dies?”
“Maybe you are right, let’s leave this place.”
Little did they know this was a grave mistake which will haunt the people of London, for years to come.
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The Patient
HorrorI was a detective, yet I wouldn't have even guessed what awaited me in the hospital that rested a broken soul.
