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(Page 2 of 11) Morgue by Emilio Lancealot
The hospital wasn't crowded. I went into the emergency entrance. My hand, still bleeding heavily, hurt.
"My god. What happened?" The nurse asked when I went to the front desk.
"I cut my hand on a scalpel. Dr. Maccola tried to sew it up but he failed. Then he kept trying to sew it. It ripped my hand to shreds."
"I see that. It's a good thing that you came in now." The nurse rushed me to a bed and told me to lie down. She gave me some anesthetic and put an IV into my arm.
The doctor came in. "Hello. I'm Dr. Camdel. I hear that you have...Oh my god. Okay lets get that sewed up now." I stuck my hand out. The doctor slowly grabbed my hand and started stitching.
"Wow. That doesn't hurt a bit."
"No, it shouldn't. You have a lot of pain medicine in your system. This wound is horrible. You should have come sooner. You're lucky that you didn't pass out while driving. You are suffering from major blood loss." Dr. Camdel assured that I would be fine and I should rest for a while.
"Will you call my parents? Or my mom at least? She needs to know that I was hurt. I don't want her to be worried when we get the bill." I asked.
"Sure. We'll call her. I think we have your number on file." The nurse said.
"Thanks." I closed my eyes. The pain was coming back. When the doctor was done I thanked him again and fell asleep.
When I awoke my mother was sitting at my bed side crying, being the emotional person that she was her tears were big and streaming down her face. "Oh son! You're awake." She jumped up and hugged my neck tightly.
Gagging I got out, "Yes, mom. You're choking me."
"Oh sorry. Are you okay? I was so worried." She let go of her grip.
"I'm fine mom. Thanks for coming. When can I leave?"
"Well you can't leave until tomorrow, but they said that I can stay with you all night if you would like me to. Tell me what happened." She said.
"Okay. But mom dad will be worried about you and plus you have Janie to take care of. Where's Janie anyways?"
"She's with Grandma. What happened?"
"I was cleaning surgical tools and I cut my hand on a scalpel. That's it." I said lying about some of it. I didn't want her to know that I work for a psycho that tore my hand to shreds.
"Well Dr. Camdel said that it was horrible." She said smartly.
"Yes, I cut it very deep."
"You are not doing this because you are in grief for your brother are you? Just because he is missing doesn't mean that we wont find him. Stop hurting yourself Billy. Zach isn't dead. We'll find.." She broke off into sobs again.
"Mom. Don't...don't cry. Mom. I didn't do it on purpose. I was just washing tools. I know. I have faith in Zach. He is my twin. He has only been missing for six months. I know he is alive. I can feel it." I hugged my mother tightly. As she clung to me she sobbed.
Later that night my mother decided to go home. I let her willingly for she was a wreck with all the crying she had done today. By the time I had crappy hospital food and searched out my clothes it was well past eleven at night.
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