A/N: Heya! So i got this idea the other day. So basically, idk where im going with this story. Please comment with what you think is gonna happen so i can get ideas about where to go with the next chapter. Heres the first chapter, sorry its short, i just really wanted to get it done.
I walked through the bridge from the parking garage and into Everington General Hospital. Everington General was the central hospital in all of Stokes County. The hospital had 11 floors spread across 3 buildings situated on 3 adjacent city blocks. It was the biggest hospital in the county and definitely the best in the area. I turned the corner, passing the bathroom and took a seat at my desk. There was a note on my computer that I saw as I went to turn it on.
Dear Allison,
Can you please go down to the morgue to pick up the paperwork on Mr. Jacksons autopsy? His family is coming by today and the mortician won't be in the office in time to bring you the paperwork. He said the paperwork is in a manila envelope on his desk.
Sincerely,
Adam Keyesten
I groaned, thinking about how far away the morgue was from my office, but I knew Adam wouldn't ask me to do this if it wasn't necessary. I got up out of my chair, grabbing my sweater, knowing it's always cold in the morgue.
"Hey Allison, where are you off to?" I heard, making me turn my head to see John, my coworker and close friend.
"Hey John, oh, just off to the morgue to get some paperwork for Adam" I said, smiling.
"Don't you ever get tired of Mr. Keyesten using you as his personal slave?" he asked, rolling his eyes at the fact I was fine with doing work for Adam.
"Yeah, as we are paid to be his PERSONAL ASSISTANTS" I said, making sure to emphasize the last part while chuckling at John's stupidity. "Anyways, I better go get the paperwork. See ya John!" I said, waving at him over my shoulder, pressing the button on the elevator to go down. The elevator opened, letting me step inside and press the button to the basement. The morgue was in the basement, away from everyone else. When the doors closed I had to swipe my badge in order to make the elevator begin the descent into the basement. This is to prevent ordinary people from wandering into the morgue.
When the elevator doors opened I stepped out into the cold dark basement. I couldn't see anything so I reached for the light switch right next to the elevator doors. The fluorescent lights flickered on, making me blink my eyes a few times to adjust to the unnatural light. I walked across the large concrete floor to the desk belonging to the hospitals main mortician, Robert Harclave. I saw a manila envelope with "Ken Jackson" written on the tab in black pen. I assumed this was the folder I needed.
Just as I grabbed the folder the lights cut out. I panicked, running over to the elevator, frantically pressing the button to go back up. It refused to even acknowledge my button presses or even show any light. I panicked, not sure of how to get out of here. That's when I saw it, my escape from this concrete hell. An exit door just across the room. I forgot that half of the basement is underground while the other half is on ground level. I opened the door, being attacked by the suns light. Ahhh, too bright. Wait, I think I saw some sunglasses nearby. I thought to myself, turning around to look for the sunglasses. Ah, there they are on Mr. Harclaves desk. I walked calmly over to them, slipping them on. I paused when I saw something strange. It looked like a little '0' over one of the tables nearby. I walked over to the table calmly, pulling back the sheet to see the '0' was right over the persons head. I really need to get some more sleep. I thought to myself, covering the patient back up as I walked out the door. I rounded the bottom of the hospital to get back to the front door and into my building. I stepped through the front door, seeing the lights are still on. Weird, must have just been in the basement. I thought to myself, letting the hospital door close behind me. Fuck, I'm in the ER. I realized, picking up my head.
I let out a small gasp when I saw similar numbers above the heads of everyone around me. Every number varied. Some were big, some smaller. I noticed one boy being wheeled by on a stretcher with a '1' over his head. He couldn't have been more than 7 years old, but his face was covered in blood. Was he missing part of his head? I think that's what it looks like. Just then the number changed from a '1' to a '0'. I saw the nurses stop the stretcher, looking at the small boys body on the stretcher.
"Nurse, I think he quit breathing" one of the nurses said, sounding a bit pained about what she was saying. One of the older looking nurses reached over, feeling his neck for a pulse. She remained quiet, trying to feel any sign of life in the young kid. I held my breath, hoping for the best, still confused about the numbers. Could it possibly be days remaining to live? It would make sense why the body in the morgue had a '0', and why this boy changed from a '1' to a '0' right as he quit breathing. I must be going crazy, I shook my head, taking the glasses off. I grimaced at the bright light and the blinding headache the light caused. Damn, maybe I should wear these. I looked over at the young boy, his number still a '0'.
One of the nurses who was wheeling the stretcher looked rather upset and on the verge of tears, she must be new on the job, I thought to myself. I walked over and put my arm around the obviously upset nurse. I know how hard it could be to lose a patient, especially someone so young who had their whole lives ahead of them who would now never get to fulfil their dreams. I waited with her until I felt she had calmed down.
"Hey, my names Allison" I said, smiling at her.
"Hi, my names Madison. I'm sorry, I probably look so horrible for crying" she started blubbering, but I cut her off before she could finish.
"It's fine, I know it can be rough losing a patient like that, especially someone so young. Well, anyways, I have to get back to work. I'll see you around" I said, smiling as the number over her head changed from a 1 to a much higher number, and I walked away.
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