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Not the Death it Seems
5 ReviewsJust something that popped into my head tonight (oneshot)
I’ve been asleep in the chair and it’s about, let’s see, it’s just after five in the morning. I’ve been here all night, but I can’t leave, not yet. You see, I’m in hospital and the chair I’m in is right next to Ray’s bed.
I was driving. Even I know it wasn’t anyone’s fault, but I hit that patch of ice and that’s pretty much all I remember. Then I was here at the hospital and Ray was in a coma. This shouldn’t be happening, I mean, he wasn’t supposed to be in my car. We were going to a restaurant, his car was having trouble starting, probably the cold, he always leaves it outside, I don’t know why. I picked him up. I wasn’t going fast, I swear I wasn’t, we had plenty of time and I wasn’t horsing around either. It was an accident. A simple stupid accident, but one that takes lives.
Ray was hooked up to all manner of machines. Heart rate monitor, ventilator, brain activity. It didn’t look good. They even said it didn’t look good. In fact they asked everyone to leave, but they didn’t seem to notice that I stayed. Perhaps they just didn’t like to say it twice, I don’t know.
As I stared at him, I heard the sound that anyone in this position hates and fears. He was flat lining. I ran to the door screaming for a doctor, but in seconds they were there. I stood to the side of the bed as they applied the defibrillator and tried desperately to restart his heart.
My own heart was in my mouth as I silently begged him to recover.
The doctors continued for ten minutes or more before finally stepping back defeated.
“No!” I screamed, but they ignored me. I guess it’s hard for them too. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned expecting it to be a doctor or nurse.
“Ray?”
I was confused. Bewildered. He was lying on the bed, but at the same time standing next to me, smiling sympathetically.
“Ray?” I repeated. “But… how?”
“Frank,” he replied, taking my hands. “We’re dead, don’t you know?”
I stared at the doctors clearing away the equipment. Is that why they ignored me?
“Frankie!” Ray called my attention back to him. “We have to go.”
I stared at him. It didn’t seem right and it certainly wasn’t fair! This was my fault! He just smiled at me again.
“It wasn’t your fault, Frankie, don’t blame yourself.”
*
I woke with a start, the telephone ringing far too close to my ear.
“Hello?” I asked, feeling sick in my stomach, still unnerved by my dream.
“Frankie, it’s me,” Ray began. “My car won’t start, can you give me a lift to the restaurant?”
“I… uh… sorry, Ray,” I lied “Mine won’t start either, must be the weather. I’m getting the bus.”
“Oh, okay, I’ll do the same. I’ll see you there.”
I replaced the handset feeling slightly foolish. But who cares? Was it a dream? A premonition? A warning? The roads were certainly treacherous that bitterly cold night. I’d never know for sure, but I’d rather that than the alternative.
I was driving. Even I know it wasn’t anyone’s fault, but I hit that patch of ice and that’s pretty much all I remember. Then I was here at the hospital and Ray was in a coma. This shouldn’t be happening, I mean, he wasn’t supposed to be in my car. We were going to a restaurant, his car was having trouble starting, probably the cold, he always leaves it outside, I don’t know why. I picked him up. I wasn’t going fast, I swear I wasn’t, we had plenty of time and I wasn’t horsing around either. It was an accident. A simple stupid accident, but one that takes lives.
Ray was hooked up to all manner of machines. Heart rate monitor, ventilator, brain activity. It didn’t look good. They even said it didn’t look good. In fact they asked everyone to leave, but they didn’t seem to notice that I stayed. Perhaps they just didn’t like to say it twice, I don’t know.
As I stared at him, I heard the sound that anyone in this position hates and fears. He was flat lining. I ran to the door screaming for a doctor, but in seconds they were there. I stood to the side of the bed as they applied the defibrillator and tried desperately to restart his heart.
My own heart was in my mouth as I silently begged him to recover.
The doctors continued for ten minutes or more before finally stepping back defeated.
“No!” I screamed, but they ignored me. I guess it’s hard for them too. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned expecting it to be a doctor or nurse.
“Ray?”
I was confused. Bewildered. He was lying on the bed, but at the same time standing next to me, smiling sympathetically.
“Ray?” I repeated. “But… how?”
“Frank,” he replied, taking my hands. “We’re dead, don’t you know?”
I stared at the doctors clearing away the equipment. Is that why they ignored me?
“Frankie!” Ray called my attention back to him. “We have to go.”
I stared at him. It didn’t seem right and it certainly wasn’t fair! This was my fault! He just smiled at me again.
“It wasn’t your fault, Frankie, don’t blame yourself.”
*
I woke with a start, the telephone ringing far too close to my ear.
“Hello?” I asked, feeling sick in my stomach, still unnerved by my dream.
“Frankie, it’s me,” Ray began. “My car won’t start, can you give me a lift to the restaurant?”
“I… uh… sorry, Ray,” I lied “Mine won’t start either, must be the weather. I’m getting the bus.”
“Oh, okay, I’ll do the same. I’ll see you there.”
I replaced the handset feeling slightly foolish. But who cares? Was it a dream? A premonition? A warning? The roads were certainly treacherous that bitterly cold night. I’d never know for sure, but I’d rather that than the alternative.
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