I awoke to the sound of rain; I was in a bed small with a window just to the right of me. There were lights out side and I could see the water droplets slide down the glass; Night had come quickly in a day that seemed to last forever.
I tried to sit up but the pain in my chest had worsened, it was like knives were slowly being stabbed into my ribs while a ton of bricks weighed on top of my self. As for my head, it was still spinning as if I had been heavily drinking, and my eyesight was still blurred; but I was alive.
I lied there for about an hour, thinking how to get out of here as quickly as I could. Then the door opened; a woman wearing scrubs walked in with a bag and a clip board.
“Oh! You’re awake!” she said with a happy soothing voice.
She was very good looking, young and petite with dark brown hair that came to her shoulders.
“Where am I?” I asked
“This is a clinic. I work here; well… used to work here. Not much you can do for those dead people.”
She seemed tense, but who wasn’t? She set her clip board down and brought up a chair she pulled out her stethoscope and placed it on my chest.
“Breathe in for me please.” She said
I inhaled as best I could but it hurt, it felt like the swords were digging deeper into my lungs.
I did but it didn’t feel any better.
“Once more please.”
“It hurts!” I groaned
“Oh honey I know but just once more for me? Please?” She smiled
With a blushed face I took a big gulp of air and exhaled; it made me want to cry. She winked at me and scooted over to her clip board and began to write something. She then pulled out a flash light from her breast pocket and clicked it on, sliding back over she shined it into my eyes.
“Mmm… still a little concussion.” She said and turned off the light, she slid back and held up her hands
“How many fingers am I holding up?”
I squinted my eyes to try and make out anything; I took a random guess.
“Oh dear, visions still blurry huh?” she said sympathetically.
She went back to her clip board and began to write again, I just sat there embarrassed to be in this state it is just my luck; a pretty woman would see me in this crappie condition. She stood up and opened up the cupboard, pulling out a long tube and some kind of colored rap. I looked at it then I noticed something, oh shit.
“What are you doing?” I said firmly.
“Oh, this?” she held up the bag
“Just some anesthesia to take away that nasty pain in your poor chest!”
“No needles” I said again firmly
“But honey you need something to take that pain away.”
She scooted over to me and put her hand on my head, and rubbed her fingers through my hair gently.
“I just can’t stand to see you in such pain though!” she said innocently
“Won’t you do it, for me? Please?”
“No! No!” I thought to myself but I looked at her gorgeous face and couldn’t help it.
“Oh, alright.” (Damn it.)
“Such a strong man.” She smiled and winked at me.
There was something about her that made me a sucker. Suddenly I felt like the streets weren’t filled with the walking dead. That everything I encountered and witnessed was just a blur; it was just me and her.
She put on some latex gloves and grabbed her BPM; then strapped it around my bicep, and began to inflate it until it felt like my arm was going to pop. She then waited while rubbing the middle of my bicep and forearm until my vein was protruding. She prepped my arm with some iodine and grabbed the IV needle; with one quick motion penetrated my vein.
“There, that’s not so bad right?” she giggled while deflating the BPM and wrapping my IV.
It felt as if there were a small piece of warm metal on my arm, but no pain. I was too focused on my chest. She attached the pack to the tube and hung it up; then twisting a ring at the base of the conjunction.
“You will be feeling like a million bucks in just a few hun.” She smiled
She took off her gloves and threw them away in the waist basket. Then picked up her clipboard and walked to the door, she turned around and looked at me.
“Now ill be back to check on you in ten minutes ok hun? Now you be good.” She giggled.
“Hey I didn’t get your name?” I said as I started to feel a little warm.
“Oh my I did forget huh?” she blushed.
“Kylee.” She winked and walked out the door. That’s when a man walked in
“Kylee, the guy in room two needs more meds go check on em will ya?” he yelled out the door.
He had an Irish accent, shaved head wearing a leather black jacket with a grey hoodie underneath, with woodland BDU pants on, and tan combat boots; he had an AR-15 with an optic and flash light rapped around his shoulder.
“How ya feelin yeah?”
“Like I got hit with a tractor; and you?”
“Oh the fackin world is in a shit hole; but myself, I be doing jus fine, thank ya.”
He set his rifle against the wall, turning the chair backwards and sitting on it; he stared at me
“That was a mighty tight situation ya had got ya self into back there. You be pretty lucky I had heard those gun shots yeah?”
“It seems I’ve been lucky all day; I should be dead.”
“But cha ain’t, seems the lord has some hard on for you eh?” he chuckled.
“Names Larry, Larry Gratten O’Reilly at cha service.”
“Dan, Dan Karling.”
“That be and Irish las name ya got there Mr. Karling.”
“Yeah I guess it is.”
The anesthesia was kicking in, I felt bubbly like nothing else mattered except sleep. I couldn’t focus, couldn’t think, hell I couldn’t even talk straight.
“Seems as though young Kylee fixed ya up a mighty fine batch of I don’t give a damn eh?” he laughed
“Uh… yeah… I feel like… I don’t remember…”
“It’s all right Mr. Karling you be needin yar rest now ill check in wit cha in an hour or two? Cheers.”
He walked over to his rifle; picked it up, and opened the door. When he walked out the door I heard him yell something.
“God damn it Ricky! Don’t ya be throwing facking body parts around in here its not funny ya sick fack!”
Normally this would sicken and disturb anyone who heard this from a stranger, but as for my anesthesia it made my chest feel like nothing and my eyes heavy; I dosed off.
I really need to get home.