The Human Retaliation [on hold]

Chapter 3: Do you See?

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***The Week Before***

The entire blood transfusion was an awkward moment of long stares and silent doctor work.  Dr. Hemaz was chilling with his work, not even bothering to turn on the warm light provided to the examination room and allowing only the icy sunlight to brighten the room.  Carlene was more than happy to get out of the hospital and away from that doctor the second she could.  She’s never felt the place so unwanting before; normally the hospital was actually a warm and jolly place for her and Jessie.  Some place they went to make Jessie feel better—and the effects were normally near instantaneous.

In the past her daughter has been a trooper when it came to the hospital.  She was used to being prodded with needles and the sting when the blood started running into her veins.  But years of this cycle resulting in a euphoric high and never ending energy caused her daughter in some twisted sense of mind to actually grow obsessed with the hospital and blood.  At age six her daughter had already move away from wanting to be a princesses decided she wanted to work in the hospital, to make people feel better.  Whenever playing dress up Jessie was always the nurse or would go around pretending to fix people.  Or when someone did actually get hurt whether it’d be one of her friends or a random kid on the playground at school, she was always the first one on scene, band aid in one hand and a worried face.

But with this blood transfusion there was no instantaneous arousal from her daughter, she didn’t wake up from her limp state and want to race down the halls pretending to be an ambulance.  Her daughter stayed limp and weak.  This has never happened before.  Dr. Hemaz explained that she was probably weaker than most times she got the transfusion.  With this one time it might take a bit longer before Jessie wakes up.  He recommended she wait at the hospital for at least an hour or two to make sure—but another hour with him?  There was no way.  With that she took her exit, the was no legal reason she couldn’t leave and she knew what to do if her daughter kept her numbing state for another hour or two—come back.  But she’d rather wait it out in the warmth of her home and not under the stare of that doctor.

So she left and now was about half way home.  It was cool outside, but nothing near freezing; it never got that cold in this city.  Her heater though was still cranked up fully.  She wanted it stuffy hot—as if the heat inside the car would warm Jessie’s blood and snap her out of her current state.  The drive home was about fifteen to twenty minutes, depending on traffic.  They were at a red light now.  Mrs. Yemon looked in her rearview mirror.  She had the mirror tilted down and aimed at her daughter, to keep an eye on her.

She could see her daughter’s eyes flickering, and one of her arms was slowly moving back and forth.  She’s waking up.  The little girl’s breathing had increased considerably since leaving the hospital and her previously cool skin was now flush red.  Moving again, but not for long—a second red light.  The girl’s fingers started shaking and her breathing became faster, small beads of sweat formed of her forehead but her eyes refused to open.  It was like the little girl was fighting off an infection, something that came with the blood. Carlene noticed the sweat. Maybe the heat was too much?  She turned it off and rolled down the driver side window.

Jessie’s head rolled against the seat and she let out an almost silent moan before the entire girl’s body froze its movements and dropped limp—breathless.  Something was wrong.  Carlene saw, motherly instincts took over and she forced her car over two lanes and to the nearest curb, nearly ramming it.  Her daughter wasn’t breathing. 

With the car pulled over Carlene unbuckled herself and twisted her body to reach her daughter in the backseat.  Carlene quickly grabbed her daughter’s wrist and began unbuckling her daughter’s seatbelt, preparing to lay her flat for well-rehearsed CPR. No pulse, there was no pulse.  With her daughter flat and her twisted body half-way into the backseat the mother was ready to try and save her daughter’s life.  Then Jessie’s eyes opened right as a tear left her mother’s face and hit her own cheek.