A Short Story : A Story?

“I’ll try to get in first,” he explained. “I’m on good terms with some of the residents here.” He knocked on the door a few times, and then began to call. “Dodi? Graverobber? Tessa? Anyone?”

“Dr. Banerji couldn’t come so she gave me directions. She’s prepping the operating room for Gloria.”

“Eric Rodriguez? Doctor Gray is ready to see you,” a petite woman shouted. The assistant was dressed in fresh Tory Burch flats, so new her rubber soles were tracing black skids, leaving residue on the freshly polished floors of the doctor’s linoleum. All black scrubs, buttons popping at the seams, her effortless grin wrinkled her cheeks and forehead in excitement. She lead me down a dark hallway lit from the dim opening of a white room at the end of the hall. The door clanked and hinged until it was overhead, sending echoes throughout the office. The pungent smell of disinfectant and rubber gloves grew prominent immediately after the door latched. I smiled. Carefully scurrying through the door, I reached the step on the bed. Lying rather uncomfortably on the examination table while shielding my eyes from the tremendous glare that reflected off the fluorescent lights, I fidgeted nervously, my hand tremor heightened by my level of anxiety, desperately trying to ignore the gloominess of the situation. My heart beat a little faster as I sat there for a moment and took the whole scene in. I attempted to stay focused on staying warm in the

“Okay Eleanor, you don’t like your little glasses and of course the things I am talking to you with that are stuffed in your ear. So I will help you, and everyone else of course regain their freedom from Doctor Blah Blah. You got all that Eleanor?” He seemed to be talking a bit more quiet, almost in a whisper it seemed.

Michael took a sip from his beer and looked around at the other three. “Now officially DG Cvn is presented as a young sun.”

“I hope it did. I must have missed at least half the notes and my right arm feels like it’s going to fall off.” They both laughed at that one. He noticed she was still breathing a bit heavily, and it was turning him on like

“I see. Thank you, Alice. Now be a dear and help Anthea with the brainwashing victims, please.” The girl purred. Alice nodded, and walked off the

A decade later, someone knocked on the door. The nurse’s voice pierced the tensed air, filling it with a small calm and weaving the tension out of our shoulders. Finally the nurse came in to call us.

Suddenly, a woman in a white coat enters the waiting room and approached us. Her nameplate read Dr. Hartman. I immediately rise to my feet before her. She looked solemn, almost sympathetic. It felt like someone had just stabbed me in the chest.

Sarah Montgomery sat on the small ledge by the window seat, watching longingly as happy children walked home from school. Murphy was on her lap, whom she was petting gently. Sarah took one last glance out the window before heading downstairs, with Murphy following at her heels.

The smell of antiseptic filled my nostrils as I gripped my coffee firmly. Swinging my bag over my shoulders, I watched as the other nurses and doctors walked into rooms. Checking on patients and doing their daily rounds. The sound of familiar beeping rang through the air. I strolled past the front desk into the hospital break room. I opened the doors and heard the voice of my coworker.

Leaving the motel on Highway 74 around 3:00 o’clock, Marlene drove faster than usual to get home ahead of Jerry and Andrew. Smiling, her thought lingered on the last few hours spent with her lover. Pulling into the garage, Marlene parked her Mercedes, brushed her hair put on fresh lipstick, before going into the house, relieved she was home when her husband and father-in-law arrived. Wanting to surprise them, she went into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee, sat down at the counter and glanced through the mail.

The women sighs, avoiding eye contact. “Lila,” she hesitates, looking down at her blue sleeve. “Lilas in the emergency room, and she's losing a lot of blood and, and this is your last chance to say good bye.” He sits down on a the bench in the hallway. “You were listed as her emergency contact, I tried to call but your cell was die”

Bruce woke with a start, feeling a warm comforting embrace he hadn’t felt in a couple hours. His groggy mind caused the images around him to be blurred, so he forcefully rubbed his eyes in an attempt to help clear his vision.

"Now Sar--Gwen, my mother said as soon as Ben walked into the room. "I want you to remember not to be out too late tonight; it's a school night, remember. And did you give me Chia's number?"