Short Story

“Right this way,” the nurse ahead of me was prompting me to a brightly lit hall that was completely foreign to me. I couldn’t help but be terrified by the sights and sounds around me: people chattering, machines methodically beeping, gurneys rushing past. It was my first time in a hospital and my eyes frantically searched each room looking for any trace of my father. She stopped suddenly and I turned to the bed in front of me but I could not comprehend what I saw. At such a young age, I idolized my father; I had never seen him so vulnerable. Seeing him laying in a hospital bed unconscious, surrounded by wires and tubes was like witnessing Superman encounter kryptonite. My dad’s car accident not only made him a quadriplegic, but also crippled

10 days later, the doctors tell me my recovery has finished, my mother and I walk out the hospital. I ask my mother “What are we going to do?” She answers “Let us find a place to sleep.” But her eyes look so sad and miserable.

Running through the hospitals long white halls, he thought that his mom was going to die. The paramedics were right in front of him, but it felt as if they were a thousand miles away. Reaching his hand out, he began to holler: PLEASE STOP! PLEASE!, the words brittled from his mouth. He fell onto his knees, in front of him the white floor had droplets of blood that was coming out of his mother. Time passes, the boy laying on the floor, motionless, Just looking at the flickering light above. I’ve found the boy, over. Bring him to O.R. #3. Gotcha.

It started with a chill, each vertebrae vibrating one by one up my spine. Then the heat, my face flush and palms clammy. I could never keep up with my breathing, for it seemed as though each time I breathed out, I needed more air almost immediately. Soon, my mind was flooded with unsettling images, a new one appearing nearly every second, each worse than the last. Everything that I found comfort in was now an enemy. When will this end? My body could not keep up with the trembles and I could not resist the urge to scream. Was this room always so small? My eyes grew indecisive, darting across the room, until the capillaries within them bulged so greatly that I clenched my eyelids shut. Then, a long, deep breath.

The bucketheads wouldn't stop shooting. It was getting harder to keep deflecting all their shots. I could feel Kanan growing more tired too. If Zeb and Sabine didn't get the shield generator soon we might not make it.

“Mr. Tartt? Mr. Tartt?” A security guard asked stepping into the storage closet looking for me. I finished typing the email that was being sent to Kasten VanMeter, a detective that I thought could reveal the suspicious activities happening here at Mount Massive Asylum. I stood straight up, closed my laptop, and walked to the entrance of the room where I was met by the security guard. “Where have you been? They called for you 5 minutes ago.” He asked in an irritated manner. I ignored his question and walked down a long cold hallway to where I was requested. As I entered, the doors slid apart making a whooshing sound. Several men in Hazmat suits glanced at me and then went back to work. I walked in hastily and sat down at my desk.

Tensions were rising higher and higher, slowly reaching their destination. Looking at the large white building with many glass windows and a large flight of steps. Isaac lowered his window, sticking his head out to observe the area around him. He noticed the research center seemed much more peaceful than he’d imagined, but with the Sangrine Syndicate around he knew the peace would be short lived. Pulling into the parking lot, there were multiple cars parked. Sabra knew what had happened inside, not saying a word to anyone. She parked her car near the entrance of the parking lot. Team S.P.D found a place to park also, exiting the car to group up with Sabra and the others. Looking at each other, they moved towards the building

My eyelids cautiously creep open and darkness consumes me, I cannot see anything but I know I am somewhere I do not know. The cold air engulfs me into an embrace almost greeting me as old friends. I feel the stubby hairs on my arms prickle upwards as if to warn me. I writhe, trying to get out of the uncomfortable position I have been seemingly forced into but the rope cuts off all movement. Its sharp ridges claw at my skin, creating a burning heat, I stop moving. That is when the screaming starts. The shrill cry of a woman comes from behind me, a muffled scream to my left and a crying baby to my right. It doesn’t stop, it only gets louder and louder. All kinds of moaning and groaning comes from every direction.

The woman that I had heard screaming and yelling had gotten quiet and I felt her smooth hands hold me close to her chest. It felt so natural to be near her, I felt her warmth, her soft hands holding me, her lips kiss my forehead and it felt like it had already happened before but I didn’t think much about it since I felt so happy. I felt no pain emotionally or physically and everything just seemed to be amazing. I can remember falling asleep yet it felt like only for a second, once I opened my eyes I was in a cage like object with no top, with some small toys or something hanging from a stick that was stuck to the side. The toys would move around and around but in the same spot yet it seemed so fascinating to watch. After a while I began to get hungry and the woman would not come to feed me, so I found a way to get her attention, I began to cry and yell. I got the attention of someone just not that woman. A small person showed up right next to the cage that I was stuck inside of and began to squeeze my cheeks just slightly, the woman showed up and told that small person to move to the side since she was going to feed

Mateo watched, with his chin resting on his clasped hands, as Rider and Essie shared candy between them.

I shoot up from my bed in the middle of the dark in a cold sweat, my eyes adjust slowly as I rub them in the darkness. I glance beside me at a familiar silhouette, it's none other than Thomas and I note his arm carefully constructed around my waist. In the few years I've known him I've realized this nervous tick about him, like a child, he finds the need to cling onto something in order to sleep. There have been moments in the night where I've found him cradling me like a beloved toy in his arms possessively but in the morning he's always gone and he leaves no evidence of his actions.

A warm breath tickled the hairs on the alpha's neck. He frowned and straightened his back slowly opening his eyes. A pair of dusty blue eyes stared right back at him. The alpha frowned and turned over holding back a yawn.

Slowly I attempted to focus above me, I detected footsteps all around s towards and away from me, the ceiling lights progressed past rapidly only letting me for second focus on them I saw them go, one, two, three.... I'm moving? I look around me and see two women in blue walking beside me speaking inaudible words, one looks down at me panicked and then looks away and says something. I look to the other side of me a man and woman in blue as well. I start to realize, the smell of anesthetic with in the air, the panicked woman next to me. It all felt uneasy and to familiar .... I'm on a trolley bed.... I'm in a hospital.

The days grew hot and sultry. Midday sun blazed on the marble and clouds gathered in coppery racks at sunset. A fortnight passed slowly by, and then added on days to it.

As I closed my eyes, a vivid picture of the beautiful girl revolved around my eyes and the pulsation of the head decreased. It was a relaxing and an exciting moment amidst the agony. When I opened the eyes, she was sitting in front of me, but the head again started pulsating; felt like the rolling of a boiling water and the bright light was disturbing me. I quickly contracted my periocular muscles to keep my eyes semi closed so that only a fraction of the light enters my aperture. It led to a self-realization of a vital fact that a momentary relief of the throbbing pain was not because of that sweet fragrance and the beautiful woman, but it was due to the darkness in my eyes. A partial cure of my suffering amazed me and waited eagerly, with eyes closed and ears