The Occult Ulteriors

Chapter 3- The hots and colds.

I along with Jared walked in the hospital lobby. There was screaming silence. All the doors were sealed shut and white CFL lamps flickered above us as we made our way.

"Where's Leah?" Jared asked, his voice seemingly loud for the silent corridor.

"She crashed at Justin's last night. I got her text this morning" I lowered my pitch than usual.

Jared nodded. "it's cold in here. Don't you think?" he spoke, this time his voice was low.

"It's 6:30 Jer. You don't say it's cold!"

He took a deep sigh. "I'm off to my Cabin. See you at the rounds" he gave a side hug and left.

I made my way to my Cabin. The silence grew numb as I walked. My footsteps and small breaths were the only voices alive. Jared was right. It was getting colder as I walked in the womb of the building. Strange! I constantly looked behind me. Not that I felt someone following me. No. Just a creepy scene from a movie took home in my mind.

I inserted the small key in the tiny hole in my cabin's door. As I walked in I sucked on my breath. A chilling air enveloped me. My hands were sweaty while I was literally shivering from cold. I looked around the room only to see my AC switch turned on. I turned the machine off while trying to recall starting it.

My wound had turned blue by now. There were blood clots like polkas on my blue skin. I walked to my surgical instruments, trying to find a plucker to check for any slivers of wood or glass or whatever that had cut my skin. I winced as the cold metal touched my seared skin.

I narrowed my eyes at the wound which had started to bleed again. This time from new outlets. I felt confused and disgusted at the same time. How is this possible? It was like the skin around my index finger had turned into some net sheet. What the hell happened to WBCs? The pain grew as I now cleaned it with antiseptic.

I picked up the scalpel and placed it carefully on my damaged skin. It was difficult to contemplate the proper treatment.

"Dr. Styles" a rough sadist voice called me from behind, making me jump and accidentally putting the scalpel on the wound. "Ah! Shit..." I sneared in pain. The blood started oozing out again. I turned around pissed, to look at the fool of a man who decided upon surprising right between my small surgery.

I cringed at the person in front of me. There stood a young man of about 25 with his left cheek and neck blistered with red burns. His face was pale as if all the blood had been drained out on purpose and eyes had dark circles around then. The blood stains on his white shirt were brown due to dirt stuck to it. He was supporting his form with visible difficulty. I hissed at the sight. The otherwise very attractive boy had a face twisted in annoyance and pain. I dropped my instruments and rushed towards him.

"Oh my God! You okay? Sit down please" I made him on the stretcher behind as I rushed to grab my instruments.

As soon as he sat he couldn't hold himself and fell on his back. I helped him lie in comfort and began with the treatment. Although tired, his sky blue eyes were open, examining my face as I did my job.

"How did this happen?" I asked to drag the awkward silence out.

"Fire. Vacation inn" he merely whispered.

I frowned in confusion. " That was two days ago. Where were you?"

" They left me there to die" he spoke expressionless.

"That can't happen" It wasn't possible. No search authorities would leave a man dying.

" I somehow got out of the building with all the injuries and perhaps fainted somewhere behind the hotel. No one could see me" I saw a hint of hatred as he spoke out the words.