Chapter 8

In the hospital again..

8

“Please stop, please don’t do it, please; please I beg of you just stop!”

I shout on the top of my voice. Mists of spit evaporate in the air from my mouth. The pain increases every second, the blood flowing down my leg. The wound is open again. “Why...”

“This little piglet went to his mommy, or how does that thing goes? Never mind, I am almost done with you. Not much longer,” the hoarse come from down under. The little body weight he poses is put on the centre of my feet. I cannot move under him. My body is too weak. “Awwh, this is a tough little one,” he pulls on one of the stitches that struggle to loosen. The pain shoots through my leg, leaving me gasping for air, my body trembling from the immense pain.

            “There we go,” his frown turns into a smile, covering his whole face; his eyes lighten up the more I scream. The light seems to darken; the room appears to move in front of my eyes. The pain lightens up a bit, my leg numb from the already increasing pain. The blood feels warm as it flows down my leg. I feel dizzy, my arms burning from pain. My wrists sting with the immense aching like an arthritis sufferer.
“God, please help me,” I can hardly hear my own voice.

            “No God hear my boy, it is only me and you, isn’t that just nice now. I can see how we can become best buddies, I let you never die and we can talk. Let me begin by introducing myself,” he stands up from the bending position. “I am Slug, but for you, my special friend, call me killer. I like that yeah, it suits me almost, what do you think,” he takes his hand and smear the bloody fingers over my face. “Feels nice to play with your blood, do you like it?”

            “Rot...in...hell...” I say, exhausted by the pain.

“I see how you are going to play this game. You know that if you agreed to the plan, this friendship of ours, I could have cut you lose. They gave me the key you know,” he put his hand in the back pocket of his pants, producing the key in front of my eyes. “But alas, as they say,” he looks down on the ground, looking for the right words to use. “What the heck, you will die anyways!”

He takes the key and puts it onto his tongue. Strange noises come from the back of his voice; he then swallows the key in one gulp. Tears form in his eyes as the key moves painstakingly down his throat. A cough comes from his mouth and the key is spit onto the ground with a loud clutter.

“Hey, look it is your lucky day, I think,” he smiles again, looking me into the eyes. “You know what, why don’t we try again, do you want to be friends?”

He sticks out the red hand in front of me, looking in anticipation for me to take it. “Oh yeah, you cannot take it,” he laughs from his guts at me, closing his eyes. “Better luck next time buddy.”

He puts his hand on my shoulder giving me a sympathetic pat. I take the opportunity and gather all the energy in my body, the last bit of it. I turn my head to face his arm and bite down. I feel how my teeth sink into his rubbery flesh and the blood filling my mouth. My teeth stop as it reaches the bone in his arm. The hysterical scream fills the room, not from enjoyment but from immense pain.

 

“Give it quickly, he will calm down,” the doctor said, I can barely hear his voice over all racket from the machines and people shouting. My mouth tastes like blood, my hands are wet with my own blood. I can feel how my heart races in my body, adrenalin pumping through my veins. Blood is all over her body, a young nurse stand in the corner, holding a bandage against her arm. She looks at me with fear. “He bit me,” I can read her lips as she talks slowly and quiet. Her face is pale white from the shock, blood dripping from her arm. An intense pain hit my leg. I look down and see the whole bed is red with my own blood. The wound is open, burning like an open fire on my skin. Everything starts to move slowly, my head feeling dizzy from the pain. Blood cover my hands. I feel how the vomit moves slowly upwards in my throat. I cannot keep it in and let the green pieces of chunky hospital food out onto the surrounding people and on my bed. The smell overwhelms the room, pieces still clinging to my mouth. My eyes feel heavy and I see another needle pushing the medicine up in my arm. I feel how my eye lids touch each other, closing the picture in front of me.

Reviews

[Raya Avans]

Creepy, bizarre, a little bit gruesome and a whole lot of amazing. :) When is it again I can be buying that book of yours again? Well done! This book is really coming together quite nicely. Sorry, I really don't have much to say or critic on this one either, I liked it a lot. Maybe I'll go by and read it again for a second glance. :)

* a young nurse stands in the corner*

[Jeremy Haynes]

Wow great writing.

[Shep]

Awesome Write. Love the play by play action. I felt confused from jumping from one realty to the next put a page break (***) so we know you have introduced a new scène. Again nicely done.

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