amateur surgeon stories

seeing ghosts

Alan Probe watched the clock as he waited for another patient. He didn't notice the janitor Crumpet Murphy until he cleaned his throat. Alan moved out of the way. He moved to the break room. Mr.Giblets ran up to the surgeon. "I AM MISTER GIBLETS."

"Again? But what about the lock?" Alan had put a lock on the cough syrup. Someone or something has been slowly drinking a bottle."Did Katie see anything?"

"Nope. I had my chainsaw ready. Around five in the morning, Luci counted and checked the bottles." Katie Cutter sharpened a knife.

"Then what is going on?" Alan Probe looked around.

"Could she be lying?" The Hogtopus spoke in a loud tone since he was in another room.

"Why would I be drinking that gross stuff?" Katie grabbed the knife she was sharpening like she was ready to stab.

"Katie doesn't hurt the poor thing. Hogtopus, she is too small to get to the shelf. Plus she doesn't know the passcode. Only me, Filthy Nowe and Nurse Luci know it." Alan tried to stop the tension between the two freaks.

"Ich vill vatch." I.C. Weiner offered.

"I will. Maybe then I can find out what's happening." Alan sat down on a metal chair.

Alan watched the cabinet holding the cough syrup. A voice Alan knows by heart got his attention."Looks like we meet again."

"Dr.Bleed?!?" Alan Probe's eyes widened.

"Yes." A ghost appeared. It was the ghost of Dr.Bleed.

"It's been so long!" Alan scratched the back of his head.

"Yes indeed." The ghost smiled.

"So... what's it like. You know... bring dead?" Alan struggled to ask.

"It's wired. All the rules are gone." The ghost showed Alan by going through his arm.

"You musta still be addicted to cough syrup." Alan coughed.

"Old habits die hard." Dr.Bleed then did something Alan never heard or seen. Bleed laughed.

"I wished we could do surgery together again."

"I do too. We were amazing together." Dr.Bleed looked down.

"You said rules don't apply when you're dead. Then could you help? Maybe with heart rate or something." Alan now is tearing up.

"That would be splendid." Dr.Bleed grinned.

"We got a bleeder!" Iron Wang busted in. He then stood in shock at seeing the ghost in the room.

"Do you want to do the honors dear Bleed?" Alan looked at his dead mentor.

"It would be an honor, Alan." Dr.Bleed fazed through the door to see a male with short red hair, freckles, green shirt with yellow stars, blue sweat pants, and hazel brown shoes. Alan shortly followed. "So this man fell downstairs?"

"Seems so." Dr.Bleed took a good look at his inquiries. "Possibly broken bones."

"Let us take the shirt off." Alan took out his tools.  When they did the person's body reminded both Alan and Bleed of when Alan crashed his pizza van into Dr.Bleed. inside of the man's body, his Rib cage was smashed.

"Hey, remember when I ran over that hobo?" Alan started to use his tongs to put the bones back in place.

"Yes, Alan. That was me." The heart monitor was showing that the patient was dying. Dr.Bleed showed himself to the man with the broken ribs. His heart rate went over sixty. Alan then fixed the rib cage. He was on the verge of tears after he fixed the patient. It was like his first surgery. Dr.Bleed patted the back of Alan. He was like a son Bleed never had. "You have gotten far Alan."

"We made a great team." Alan was not crying.

"We still do." Dr.Bleed smiled.