Black Catz

Chapter Twelve - "Plastic, Bands"

I'm helped—along with my grandmother and Moritz—by the soldiers that soldier for the lady with my name. And over us, the crying-alarm continues.

It's like a rainbow colored-vehicle that matches the uniforms of the rainbow-themed and reminding soldiers—I say rainbow in parallel with how I think of them because their presence gives me the feelings the weather would if suns and rainbows were outside; or should I say "sun" because there is only one sun.

"Get in," says the lady with my name, telling my grandmother as well as myself.

In front of the vehicle I'm seeking safety in, Moritz is already being driven away, speedily, to what I hope is somewhere where they can save him. Even if it is the University of East Wall Medical Center, where I think they might go and try and find us since some of the luchadores and men back there worked there because I don't care about dying now. I just don't want people dying for me.

If this lady with my name is who I think she is, then I guess I found what I thought would make me happy in this lifetime: a true being that is—or was—what Earth and my grandmother have been to me.

"To the University center," says the lady with my name to a driver already in place.

That's all that is of this assembled-death-hole-playground: sets of sets of already-set sets; everything is already in place for your play to not play.

It is not random that the hospital is so far, for it is a force to direct you to where they want you to go.

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When we arrive, because it is that close that we arrive that fast, Moritz has already been taken into a room—an ICU room.

"He's in 507," one of the younger soldiers tells me, encoding the worried message on my pretending-to-be-illegible eyes.

Another planned plan: young soldiers dying for causes they most-definitely can't believe in.

"Mom, do you want to stay here? Get some water," the lady with my name says towards my grandmother.

My grandmother!

This lady must be who I think she is and now she might watch me see someone I love die. Is this also planned?

We get into the room and my grandmother goes off to get some liquid in her. But by the time she returns back into the room, not much has happened. Moritz has stayed unconscious. They've only plugged him into tubes and they're prepping for the big "dig".

"We need to do this fast," says a woman—a tall woman—with thick, blonde hair topped right over her shoulders—she says this as she's dragging surgery glovers over her hands—if they're called "surgery gloves" or whatever they're called.

Two nurses follow the woman.

One of the nurses goes to the right, and the other to the left.

"Hold him down in case he wakes up," the doctor lady says to the nurses.

"Got him," says one of them.

"Got him as well,' says another, flexing his muscles on the rail of the bed as he gripped onto Moritz, probably harder than he should or needed to.

The doctor inserts six shots into Moritz, quickly. And she does it like a pro too. But I don't know why I' surprised...

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"You all might want to step out," the doctor then says, beginning to prep her weapons for surgery. "It's going to get messy," she says, disinfecting the scissors.