The Killer Furby

Chapter 5

"Alex? Oh, Alex, I'm so sorry,"

"Hunh?" I open my eyes and gasp.

"Alex, darling!"

I wake up in a hospital bed and blink. Then I remember. "Mum! The fur-"

"Alex, how could you!" Mum suddenly cries out. "You've done strange things in your time but this! This is too far!"

"What? Mum-"

"There is no justification for what you did!" Mum continues shakily.

"I didn't-"

"Don't deny it. You were on your own. There was a knife covered with blood in your hand. You tried to cut your finger off!"

There was a knife??,

I burst into tears. It wasn't me, it wasn't. It was the stupid furby. There was no point arguing. Mum would thing I was crazy if if I rabbit on about an evil furby that tried to bite my finger off.

"Mrs Hueman, may I ask you to leave the room? You're getting the boy in a state,"

Mum opens her mouth as if to retort, shuts her mouth, gives me one last withering glance and stumbles our of the room.

I turn to the doctor. " I didn't try to cut my finger off, I didn't!"

The doctor smiles ruefully at me, eyes pitying.

"Sometimes you do things without realising, Josh. Are there problems at home? Anything wrong?"

"No! You don't believe me! Why won't you believe me!"

The doctor sighs softly. "You will stay here for twelve more hours. It is a good thing you passed out before you could slice your whole finger off,"

I bite back scream of anger and fix my gaze on my finger, which is covered in bandage.

"Josh, your mother brought you a special toy to keep you company,"

"I'm not a baby!" I snap, looking away.

"She said that you were very attached to it."

I turn and see the doctor holding Roumbus.

My heart pounds, and suddenly my mouth feels like its full of sand. "I don't want it!" I choke. " Take it away, please!"

"Your mother says you adore this furby." The doctor shakes her head.  "Oh, I don't know. You don't feel like having a cuddle?"

"No,"I growl. I can't stand being babied.

The doctor shrugs, plonks Roumbus on the opposite desk. "Now, if you require anything then just ring the bell,"

"Could you.. take.. the furby?"

The doctor had already left. I wanted to run out of the cold hospital room, away from the furby. My crisp white sheets were pulled tightly over my legs, making it impossible for me to escape.

My head throbbed. I tore at my sheets in vain, tears running down my face. I quickly turned to face the furby but it wasn't there.

My body went into full panic mode. I desperately yanked at the sheets, trying to somehow free my legs. It wasn't working.

I looked up and screamed in terror. The furby was right next to my face. It stared into my eyes.

"Crush! Slice! Bite! Kill!"

I yanked at the calling cord in terror.

Two nurses burst into the room.

"What is wrong, Mr Hueman?"

I gasped in shock. Couldn't they see the furby? I whip around and see the furby back on the table. I take in my appearance in the mirror behind me. I look deranged. Tear streaked cheeks, wide eyes, hands trembling uncontrollably.

"Mr Hueman?" One nurse implores.

"My.. my bed sheets are too tight. I felt like I was trapped," I lie.

"Josh," the other nurse begins, hands on hips. "You mustn't call unless you really need to.'

Too humiliated to answer, I avert my gaze.

"Now, is there something else wrong, before we leave?" The tall nurse asks, rolling her eyes and swishing her hair.

"The.. the furby. Could you please take it?"