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Chapter 2
Before I wake, I hear beeping. The kind you hear in CSI when the patents in a coma. Oh god, am I in a coma? No I can’t be! I can’t I mean I don’t feel sick. Then why can’t I open my eyes? Oh god, why can’t I open my eyes! And where the hell am I for that matter? As I think this, the beeping increases. I can hear the clicking of high heels come to my side.
“What’s happening?” a muffled voice asks to my left.
“It’s ok ma’am,” the high heeled women says, “just her heart rate, could be a bad dream”. The beeping decreases as I relax. OK I think to myself. Eyes come on, you can do this. Ready? One, two, three! Nothing. Crap. I want to cry but I can’t move. Oh what if I can never move, and then they think I’m dead so they do open heart surgery while I’m still awake! The beeping speeds up. “Nurse!” the muffled voice calls. ‘High heels’ returns. I hear her sigh. “It all seems to be all right,” she says. “But if you’d like, I can get the doctor to tell you”. “Please” the muffled voice says.
I can hear the high heel clicks fade out, and the sound of soft tears. ‘High heels’ returns, this time with another pair of shoes. Men’s shoes if I’m not mistaken.
“Hello,” says the mans voice. “And how are we today?” he asks,
“I’m a bloody wreck!” the muffled voice says. A soft laugh comes out of the mans mouth, “I wasn’t talking to you”.
“Well than maybe your supervisor would like to know!” the muffled voice says. The muffled voice sounds clearer now, almost women like.
“now, now Ms.Turf,” scolds the man “I was only kidding” he sounds young, like early twenties. So the muffled voice is a women.
“Fine.” Says the annoyed muffled voice.
“Now what seems to be the problem?” the man asks.
“Her heart rate is racing. I said it’s a nightmare, but Ms. Turf over here, needed a second opinion”. Says the high heels.
“Hmm” the man says, sounding confused. “And the heart rate it fine now obviously?” says the man.
“Uh… yes… fine now but befor-” she stops.
“I only asked if it’s fine now” says the man.
Now that I think about it, I’m not worried anymore, although I really should be. But I can’t seem to be, it’s his voice, the man. It’s calming and charming. Damn now I want to smile.
“I’m certain there’s brain activity but would you mind to check, Rebecca?” the man says. “But on the off chance there isn’t, call me. Now, I have work to do.” I hear his shoe clicks fade away as he leaves the room.
High heels lets out a sigh.
“Fine.” I hear rustling coming from my right that sounds like pens rolling in a bin. “Oh, uh, Dr.!” High heels calls (I guess I should start calling her Rebecca,) Rebecca calls. So the man must be a doctor. “Do I need an anesthetic?” she calls. No reply. “Guess not”. What! But, what if it hurts? “beep-beep-beep-beep” goes the monitor. “Damn dreams” she scolds. ‘There not dreams!’ I want to yell at her ‘Do you ever think I can hear and feel you! I mean really didn’t you learn this in med. School?’ my mind is shouting.
“What are you doing?” the muffled voice Ms. Turf, asks .
“Looking for gold” Rebecca says sarcastically.
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