SAVE ME IF YOU CAN
Chapter 17
By
Lacadiva
The Final Chapter:
Well I never pray
But tonight I'm on my knees yeah
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now
But the airways are clean and there's nobody singing to me now
(Bittersweet Symphony by The Verve)
NEW YORK PRESBYTERIAN HOSPITAL
Lights.
Bright, white hot flashes.
Eyes hurting. Body hurting. Throbbing pain. Aching cold...so cold.
Moving, and not moving. Floating.
Voices. Many voices, some yelling, shouting his name. Shouting unanswerable questions. Some speaking about him in low monotonous tones that made him wonder...
Am I already dead?
Dead and gone.
Somebody was counting...
"One...two...three!"
Hands and arms lifting him, moving him from one hard surface to another. Colder.
He wanted to tell them, 'be careful...I've been shot...'
Hands, touching him, some gentle, some not so gentle. Pressure. Pain. Something covering his mouth. Not hands. Something sending cool air his way.
He heard the snick-snick of scissors. Somebody was cutting his shirt, his pants...
'Stop...this is vintage!' He tried to say. But no one seemed to hear him or care. Cold air hit his skin, making him shiver.
Needles...
NO! Not again...not again!
Piercing...invading...sliding harshly into veins...
Please...no...
...tubes...bags...liquids...
Someone holding his hand. Squeezing.
From far away, someone said, "Stay with us, Mr. Caffrey."
And where would I be going?
"Stay with me...Neal! Neal! Can you hear me...?"
The voice began to fade.
Pressure in his chest, a massive pressure, making him panic. He felt himself diminishing....
Someone screamed, "CLEAR."
And then he dreamed.
~WC~
He was wearing one of Byron's classic Sy Devore tuxes – midnight black with black satin trim along the lapels, with a black shirt and a shiny black skinny tie. High gloss, black wing tip shoes. He was sitting on an old wooden park bench in a white room that seemed almost radiant. His black fedora lay on the white floor far out of his reach.
"You going to put that on?"
He looked up. His mouth dropped. His wide eyes drank in the sight of his old dear friend.
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