After work hours, the twilight of the sun setting cast a solemn reflection on the buildings. The coming night cover provides a blanket of anonymity. Allowing people the freedom from their moral restraints, as the barrier of rationality is broken by the salacious acts that occur commonly. Among this crowd, Cander pushes through the flooded streets, momentarily escaping through a buildings door, albeit to enter a crowded bar. His trained eyes scanning the room, he spots Chris against an area of the bar. The small group around him listen and laugh boisterously to his story, the entertaining Chris gestures with his hands and facial expressions, Cander shakes his head and laughs to himself before walking over. “Uh oh, the adults are here,” he …show more content…
Christine”, if you remember her?” “Christine. Yes of course I do.” Cander sips his drink. “How was she?” “Lovely as always. She asked how you were. I think she still likes you. It’s a shame she doesn’t realize who the better option is,” he puts his palms up and smirks. Cander shakes his head chuckling. “But how is it going for you on the big stage detective Cander? Keeping all of us safe? That was quite a quick promotion.” “It has been interesting for sure,” he takes another sip of his drink. “I had to go down to the Pines today.” “That’s right, I saw that on the news. How was it?” “Nothing out of the ordinary… An overdose.” Cander says, looking forward towards the barroom wall. “Oh,” Chris takes a bigger sip of his drink. “That’s a shame,” A short, tense period of silence emerges. “Two years this October… Long time.” “Long time. And a different one,” Cander responds. Chris let’s out a small, nervous laugh. “About that though, I just wanted to ask, if you ever saw something that could change the outcome of the overdose.” “Outcome?” “Yeah, the end results.” “You mean like, the person dying?” Chris says shrugging his shoulders. Cander nods a “yes”. “Well, probably not adding the drugs in.” Chris answers simply. “I mean the eyes. The person’s eyes. I know when someone “had the blues”, or whatever the slang was. That meant that their eyes had that bluish hue. That happens every time right because of the body’s reaction?” Chris
"There was no sign of trauma or foul play. They have a couple tests; a neuropathology test and a toxicology test that we're waiting to come back."
“I still couldn’t comprehend that this might be a matter of life and death, that this was the most serious thing I’d ever been involved in.”
“You okay in there?” concern for his well being this is a trip he thinks to himself. Keeping me hostage feeding him and taking care of his wounds but not revealing themselves. Hunter just shakes his head and replies.
“I have no idea.” He screams as he’s losing blood at an alarming rate. I take my coat and tie it around his chest to stop the bleeding and we keep running.
The boy suddenly spoke, “Don't worry. They stopped drugging you a few days ago. That’s just to give your body nutrients. Just close your eyes. And don’t make a scene when they come back, or they’ll drug you again.”
“Shaun, you know I can’t let you operate on anyone right after you’ve been in a traumatic event.” Melendez could see Shaun’s shoulders begin to tense up. “Tell you what. Go sit in the waiting room. Catch your breath an-“
“You don’t just feed junk to someone after two months of-” He cut himself off, groaning and rubbing his temples. It didn’t look like the coffee was doing much for him.
“It’s not that bad. And you’re not that good with creepy and scary stuff are you?” Farren pushed a door open to see a old patient's room.
“Yeah, hello. Who is this?” My voice was rough and scratchy from the early morning. “Oh hey Charlie, where? Oakwood Meadows, got it, I’ll call up Ethan and we’ll be down there in a few. You can fill us in when we get there. Bye.”
"Did the hit you received yesterday knock out all of your brain cells?" She snaps, "You don't give patients false hope, not when it's a bad case like that."
“Jeana, you overdosed on Zolpidem, which is a sleeping drug. Your neighbor saw you walking home upset and came over to your house to check on you. She found you unconscious and brought you in.”
“Your version here didn’t die exactly and how it happens isn’t the same. The version here was close to being murdered, but thankfully a fateful encounter stopped that from happening.”
“Well, we think he killed himself after work, so it could have been when he came inside.”
Glenn looked back at the reaper, his eyes already bloodshot from coke. “Yeah, Death, what’s up?” he said animatedly.
The mechanics of my job are horribly misunderstood. I am not a creator, nor am I a donator. I am just a reseller, somebody who gives away their trash for a price.