Time Machine

Time Machine

 

For  a moment, but not a second more, I felt as if I was a boy on the other side of the world but at the same time a girl on the opposite side as well; I was the flower plucked by the lover, the paint used by the artist, the ego lifted by the psychedelic experience, the sin performed on the marital bed, I was everything.

“We barely have a heart-beat on him. We need to hurry!”

Then it was dark, it was nothing. I was everything, but now I am nothing.

“He’s coming back! Don’t give up, little buddy.”

I groaned.

I no longer felt time passing, I was no longer here and there. Seconds were seconds again. It hurt all over. I was moving fast, each little bump in the road felt like an avalanche of pain.

“Quickly, help me get him out!”

I don’t remember much of what happened next, I suppose I blacked out because I can’t remember anything.

“Hey there young man, how are you feeling?”

My eyes still weren’t open and my mouth was barely moving. I couldn’t form words but I could only groan.

“Do you know where you are?”

I tried to open my eyes. I was ignoring everything he said. I just wanted to open my eyes.

“Hmm?”

Without opening my eyes I tried to lift my head to see if I could move anything. There was no pain to move but the force of Earth was on my head, I couldn’t move.

“I’ll check back here in a few minutes. I’ll give you some time to readjust your muscles. Nurse!”

“Yes?”

“Please keep and eye on him. He’s slowly regaining consciousness but he’s still having trouble with muscle functions. Please let me know whenever he is finally moving and aware.”

“Yes, sir!”

I tried to open my eyes, I tried to move my body, I tried to make sense of where I was. Nothing.

“Are you feeling any better, young man?”

I tried to open my eyes, I tried to move my body, I tried to make sense of where I was. Nothing.

“How is he nurse?”
“He hasn’t moved since they first brought him here.”

“Hmm, I guess we will be optimistic about it. I’ll keep checking on him daily and I’ll make sure a nurse is always with him. By the way, make sure you’re signing out whenever you leave this room. Just to better keep track of who was in here.”

“Yes, sir.”

I tried to open my eyes, I tried to move my body, I tried to make sense of where I was. Nothing.

“Hello there, ma’am. My name is Bill, I am the firechief that came to response for this young man when his house was burning down.”

“Yes, yes how are you?”

“Well, I am fine. I was hoping I could speak with you and the doctor who is monitoring  this boy.”

The nurse quickly left the room to fetch the doctor.

Alone in the room the fire chief stared at the young man, “I don’t understand, little buddy.”

“Hello, Bill? I’m Dr. Kuna. Ms. Cran told me you wished to speak with me.”

The fireman looked down and then slowly turned him attention to the dying young man, “yes, I just.. I just thought you’d like to know that after we cleared the fire and discovered what the cause of the fire was it seemed like someone had poured gasoline all over the house and everything inside the house.”

The doctor and nurse both looked confused.

“Yes, but why does this concern us,” the doctor replied.

“Well, you see.. We further investigated the house and after finding the room where the gasoline trail begun we found a fireproof lockbox that was almost burned up. Damn cheap pieces of shit. Well, the lockbox wasn’t locked and when we opened it up we found, well, we found a suicide note.”

The doctor didn’t flinch, but the nurse covered her mouth and moved her attention to the dying young man

I tried to open my eyes, I tried to move my body, I tried to make sense of where I was. Nothing.

“This doesn’t mean that I plan to just let my patient die, Mr. Bill.” the doctor replied almost angrily.

“Now, doctor, I wasn’t implying that. I just thought i’d let you know that inside the note he wrote that his final wishes weren’t to be rescued, and that if he were to be rescued he had one wish: he wish he’d had been left behind in the fire.”

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