"Alright, this is enough. Sir, I am going to have to ask you to leave." She starts to say, pointing to the door.
The screen on the TV finally comes on, and the news headline reads: 'Nate Walker dies in car crash'
The receptionist is left speechless. She stares at the screen with her eyes wide and her jaw dropped.
"I'm telling the truth," Nate says.
"Wait. Hold on." The receptionist pauses with a blank expression. "You didn't fake your death?"
Nate rolls his eyes and turns around, looking at the TV and then back at her, to imply she should look at the TV.
The receptionist watches as the emergency responders pull a body bag onto the ambulance at the scene of the crash.
She looks back at Nate and reacts with, "What the hell?"
THREE MONTHS EARLIER
"What the hell?" Nate's girlfriend Becca says, pacing back and forth.
"I know." Nate agrees.
"That doesn't make any sense." Becca says, increasing her pace of going back and forth.
"I know." Nate agrees again.
"I mean that's impossible." Becca says, freaking out.
"I know!" Nate says, freaking out with her.
She looks at him, realizing she is just losing it in her thoughts so she sits down across from him at the kitchen table.
"So did Gabe fake his death?" Becca asks.
"It's kind of impossible because they have his dead body." Nate says, looking back at her with a look just as confused as hers.
"Really, though...are we really going to justify the fact that he could not have faked his death because that is impossible?" She begins to theorize. "I mean, him coming into a place 8 minutes later saying he died...that very occurrence is impossible. So why would it be hard to imagine that even though they have his body, he did not fake his death somehow?"
"Why would he though?" Nate says.
"I don't know, I don't know." Becca says, pacing again, thinking. "How else would we get to the bottom of this?"
"Hmm." Nate puts his hand over his mouth, looking down at the ground.
After a moment of silence and thinking later, Nate speaks up.
"Let's go down to the morgue." Nate says.
"Are you crazy?" Becca asks. "Babe, that is crazy."
"This whole thing is crazy, babe. This is not that bad, we can go when I finish class tonight. I even have a plan." Nate rationalizes. "Come on, for me? Please?"
"Fine." Becca rolls her eyes.
. . .
Later that night, Nate pushes a cart down the hallway, wearing scrubs and a ball cap. He keeps his head down in hopes that no one would notice. A surgeon, presumably, walks past him with a smile.
"You have a good night!" The surgeon says, about to walk out the door.
As the surgeon walks to the door, Nate smirks the second that the surgeon can't see his face.
Just when Nate thinks he's got this in the bag, the surgeon stops in his tracks before exiting the building and he turns around.
"I don't believe I have noticed you here before." The surgeon says, sending a chill up Nate's spine.
YOU ARE READING
I Died 8 Minutes Ago
Misterio / Suspenso"My name is Nate Walker and I died 8 minutes ago." What would you do if someone ran up to you and told you this? Most likely, you wouldn't believe the person telling you. Perhaps you would dismiss it as a joke, or just someone being silly. Of course...
