“How are
you doing, Doctor?”
Dr.
Carlson looked at the nurse and held out his arm: “It’s already that time?”
He knew
it was time for the nurse to make her rounds and get the vitals of the patients
under her care. For the last hour, he’d patiently waited for this moment. After Stephanie left, he’d spent a few
minutes watching a thunderstorm building before taking a shower and trying on
the clothes she’d brought. He admired her observation and careful selection to
pick something he would like. The clothes fit and the toiletries allowed him to
shave and brush his teeth. Attempting to nap was futile. He had too much on his
mind.
“Do you
think they’ll let me go home tomorrow?”
“I don’t
know. After I’m through with my rounds, I’ll check your chart to see if there
are any instructions.”
The
doctor knew she knew far more, but would never say.
“Thank
you Dr. Carlson. If you need anything, just call.”
“Leave
my door open. After what I’ve been through, the sound of people is comforting.”
After
she left, Dr. Carlson waited a few minutes before he dressed. He had a few
minutes, so he wanted to make sure she was farther down the hall. When he heard
her go into the second room down, he crept to the door and peeked down the
hall. Finding it empty, he walked the few steps to the stairway; thanking his
luck for the location of his room.
After
entering the stairway, he spent a few seconds listening. Finding no sounds, he
went down the three flights to the ground floor. Before opening the stairway
door, he listened to determine if there was anyone outside the door. Hearing
nothing, he left the stairwell and started down the hallway towards the
emergency department. Within a minute, he reached the door to the waiting room
and entered pandemonium.
Other
than the usual group of people waiting for care, the door was almost blocked by
a group of police officers, emergency technicians and family members in various
states of disarray. All were asking questions, or trying to find information.
He was greeted with only a quick glance by one of the officers. The other was
trying to tell an almost hysterical young man he couldn’t go into the treatment
room. He wasn’t having much luck and had his hand on his arm to keep him from
bolting into the restricted area. The rest of the family appeared shocked. The
young man, who had a small cut on his face, was crying and almost incoherent.
As the doctor walked by the group, he noticed the trail of blood on the floor. The E.M.T’s were gathering their gear and talking to the admittance personnel. After walking through the door, he carefully avoided the blood as he walked past the ambulance. As he walked to the parking area, he digested what little he could gather as he passed. The young man was a brother and his sister was terribly injured in an automobile accident.
A flash
of lightening made the doctor stop at the edge of the awning over the drive.
Looking at the parking lot, he didn’t see Carol. As he began to wonder if
something happened, his cell phone rang. Realizing he forgot to turn off the ringer,
he admonished his forgetfulness and was thankful it didn’t ring during the time
he was trying to leave.
“Hello”
“James,
I’m almost there.”
“I’m by
the emergency room door.”
As he
waited, he watched the gathering storm. The flashes were now followed with
thunder after a few seconds. The wind suddenly gusted and he could feel a few
drops of rain that blew past the edge of the awning. A Prius pulled into the
parking lot and pulled to where he was waiting. Looking into the car, he saw it
was Carol. She unlocked the door and he quickly climbed into the passenger
seat. As he closed the door, the storm struck with full fury.
He was
hardly seated when Carol reached and hugged him. For a moment, her perfume and
hug returned him to the past. As they separated, he looked and could see she
had been crying.
“Are you
okay?”
“I’m
fine. It’s just a touch of sentimentality and worry. Are YOU okay?”
“I’m
fine; just a little worse for the wear.”
Examining
his face, she giggled and quickly said: “I’m sorry. You just look so different
without your mustache.” Studying him more closely, she added: "And, no eyebrows."
Finding
her laugh contagious, he laughed and replied: “I guess I do.”
Suddenly
serious, she now asked: “Okay. So what’s going on?”
Pausing
for a few moments, he realized she wouldn’t believe a word of his prepared story.
Deciding the truth was best, he replied: “We need to get going. I don’t believe
it’s safe to stay here.”
“James.
What’s going on?”
“Just
drive. I’ll tell you as we go.”
“To your
house?”
“No. Just
drive for now. I can’t go home at this time.”
As they drove through the heavy rain, he
started explaining the events over the last few weeks. She quietly listened and
only asked a few questions. They were miles from the hospital when he finally
finished.
“Do you
already have your plane tickets?”
“I do,
but I need to go home first and pack.”
“No.
That’s a really bad idea. Just fly out tomorrow and I’ll call you in a few
days.”
“James.
This is scary.”
“We’ll
have to go to a hotel.”
Carol was
quiet as she thought about the last few minutes. She was thinking how little
things can lead to larger events. After buying a new phone, she’d transferred
her numbers, including James’. While learning the new phone, she’s accidently
called him twice. The first time was late at night, which ended in not leaving
a message on his voice mail. The second time was during work and James
answered. Feeling foolish, she explained what happened. He laughed and made a
remark about her “stalking” and the call ended after a few polite
questions. Other than an occasional
card, or call, she had very little contact over the years.
Wondering
about what to do, she had an idea: “I have keys to a few apartments the
university keeps for visiting professors. They’re empty, so we can go to the
closest apartment.”
Dr.
Carlson digested the information and commented: “That works for me, but we need
to stop somewhere. I need some things.”
“Nothing
will be open.”
“There’s
a chain store two blocks up. It will have to do for now.”
The
torrential downpour became a steady light rain as they pulled into the parking
lot. Only a few cars were parked by the door. Pulling into the fire lane by the
door, Carol said: “I’ll wait in the car.”
“Lock
the door and be ready to drive away. They’re after me; not you. “
The look
on Carols face made him add:” Don’t worry. No matter what happens, everything
will be fine.”
The
words were chilling to Carol and the mostly empty parking lot gave her a
feeling of foreboding. She looked out the rain covered windows and wondered if
James was delusional from his injuries. If so, how would she know, and what
could she do? What if something happened to him in the store? A bolt of
lightning startled her and made her flinch. Within seconds, another bolt struck
a light pole in the parking lot and all the lights went out. Looking towards
the door, she could see the store still had lights. Now frightened, she stared
at the door wishing James would appear.
A dark
colored sedan pulled into the parking lot and parked in the last handicap spot.
The front was pointed towards Carol, so the headlights prevented her from
seeing the person driving. The driver sat without leaving the car. Thinking the
driver was waiting for the rain to end, she went back to staring at the door
for James.
In a few
minutes, James appeared at the door. As he started for the car, the sedan suddenly
lurched forward and was in front of Carol’s car before she realized what was
happening. Immediately a man stepped from the car and stated: “You need to come
with me, Dr. Carlson.” He held something
in his hand, but she couldn't tell what it was.
A bolt
of lightning blinded Carol and the immediate clap of thunder caused her to
jump. The lights on the sedan immediately went out. Before she could sort her
thoughts, she heard banging on the passenger door and heard James shouting:
“Let me in, now!” As soon as the door
was unlocked, he quickly climbed in and stated: “Back up and get out of here.”
Hesitating,
she quickly put the car in reverse when Dr. Carlson raised his voice and said:
“Now”
As she
backed away from the sedan, Carol could see something lying next to the sedan. After
placing the car in drive and pulling forward, she glanced towards the car once
again. In the rain distorted window, she could see steam rising from the
charred body of the man. Turning away, she quickly accelerated when Dr. Carlson
shouted: “Hurry!”
After
they left the parking lot, Dr. Carlson said: “This isn’t good.”
Carol
said nothing. She was still in shock from the previous few minutes.
“They
know your car and they know I’m not in the hospital - I thought I had more time”
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