Bye Bye Berlin

Chapter 4: He's Dead?!

Practically the second I said that two staff members emerged from the car behind us.

"You better," One of them said

"You can't stop the train, we're on a very tight schedule." The other said with a piercing glare. 

 "It was a dead end, if I hadn't pulled the emergency stop the train would've flipped over!" I yelled.

"That's the driver's duty, not yours. He knows what he's doing."

"Considering what just happened, I highly doubt he's even conscious right now!!" I snapped. The men gave me a strong glare and said,

"Well, if you're so sure then, we'll go check on him." One of them spat, looking annoyed, but also wary. The two cautiously opened the door to the engine car and made their way through.

Annoyed, I went to sit back in my seat and about 10 minutes later the men came back out, looking a bit...different. That could have just been me, though.

"He's fine, he was just about to change the track to turn around the mountain," One of them said, smirking at me.

"And since you caused all this ruckus and dire inconvenience, I'm going to have to ask you to step off the train." The other said. He almost sounded drunk and half of his body was drooping, which was odd but I decided to brush it off.

"Kick me out, huh? Where do you expect me to go? We're in the middle of nowhere!" I hissed.

"Figure it out," The man hit me with a piercing glare. He started leading me to the door, but almost a foot away from the door he froze. His entire body was still. The whole train sat staring at the man. His eyes started vigorously twitching.

"Sir? Are you alright?" A man asked warily. I recognized that voice—Ernest. Oh, right. He was on this train.

Suddenly, he fell to the ground, hit his head on the chair and started aggressively spasming and foaming at the mouth.

The muscle spasming in his chest made him scream like a little girl, which, I admit, was quite entertaining, but he was having a seizure, so I had to do something.

"Oh my golly, oh my golly, he's having a seizure! Someone help him!" Ernest said, panicked.

"Does anyone have a medical degree!" yelled a girl behind me

"I do!" said a woman. She grabbed her coat, rolled it up and placed it under his head.

"You, get some water from the kitchen!" she pointed at a man. The man, looking confused said,

"Yes, you! NOW!" she yelled. The man ran to the kitchen.

"What's taking so long?? HURRY UP!" The other man also fell down and started to have a seizure too.

"YOU'RE KIDDING ME. TWO," she shouted. "MAKE THAT TWO GLASSES," The man ran in and gave her two glass of ice-cold water, she glared at him

"NOT ICE WATER, YOU IDIOT! HE'LL CHOKE ON THE ICE!"

"HE'S NOT BREATHING!" someone yelled.

"DO CPR!" she said again

"It's too late. They're gone," she said with a solemn but also horrified look on her face.

"What do we do?" someone asked shakily.

"I mean...I can find out what caused them to have a seizure. I'm a pathologist—which means I perform autopsies,"

"I mean sure why not," Ernest replied

"Real serious of you," I snapped at him

"Well, you were the one that was laughing at him screaming,"

"DID NOT!"

"DID TO!"

"DID NOT!"

"SHUT UP!" the doctor screamed "MY GOD, YOU ACT WORSE THAN MY 3 YEAR OLD SON!" she let out a slow breath. "Now does anyone now if there is a separate room where I can do the autopsy,"

"I think the party room is still open. I dont think anyones in there," another man said.

"Thank you, sir," she said, giving us a piercing glare. "Can one of you check on the driver, tell him what happened,"

"I'll do it!" Ernest said, sounding weirdly excited.

"No, I don't trust you," she pointed at me "You do it,"

"Ok," I said as I warily walked over to the door. The door creaked open as I stepped in.

"Umm..G..guys," the driver was dead as a doornail. It looked like he died the same way as those two men. I sprinted out the door.

"THE DRIVERS DEAD!" I screeched

"WHAT!?" a blond haired woman in the cabin started to cry.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME, THREE!" the doctor yelled "DRAG HIM IN!"

"DRAG HIM?!" I screamed and gagged a little bit, but continued to pull him through the door. "HERE TAKE HIM!" I threw him in the party room and sprinted to the bathroom. I held my head over the trash can and threw up.

"Uh..y..you ok in there?" someone asked through the door

I opened the door

"Fine, thank you," I responded even more annoyed than I was this morning.

Being the nice person that I am, I asked "Are you ok?" to the sobbing woman

"Okay?!" she said, notably annoyed, "OKAY?! THAT WAS MY FATHER!"

"Oh!" I said extremely shocked "You know what I'm gonna let you figure that out" I walked away and sat back down in my seat

"How long will it take?" Ernest asked

"Anywhere between 30 minutes to 3 hours." she responded "You might want to get some rest this is going to be a while,"

I wandered back to my room still stumbling over my own feet and took a long well deserved nap.