Epilogue
Doctor Sam White wandered slowly down the corridor of Ward 15. It was late- last time he had been able to check the clock it was ten past midnight, and the ward was empty of other hospital staff. Only the patients remained, six of them, all sleeping and recovering in their curtained beds. Doctor White had been making his last rounds before he headed off home to let the night shift take over and now was wandering back to his office to collect some notes he wanted to write up in the morning. He glanced at each of the beds, wrapped by their thin curtains when a bizarre ringing noise up ahead caught his attention. It seemed to be coming from one of the nurses' offices. Along with the noise, the doctor noticed that there was some sort of light emanating from the slightly open door. Reaching out, the doctor grabbed the handle of the door and pulled it open. The sight that greeted him was both beautiful and somehow chilling.
A whirling shape, like a floating collecting of glass shards had miraculously appeared in the middle of the small office. Doctor White felt a tug on his pen, and then noticed several small pieces of metal paraphernalia such as pencil sharpeners zipping into the heart of the whirling shape. Feeling thoroughly freaked out, Doctor White closed the door to and immediately hurried to his office just down the corridor. Wrenching the phone from its cradle, the bespectacled man dialled for the hospital security.
"Hello? There seems to be some sort of problem in Nurse Watkins' room, on corridor fifteen. Some sort of whirling, magnetic shape. Could you please come up and check it out? Ta,"
the doctor set the phone down and sat back, straining his ears to hear the ringing. Deciding that he wouldn't be much more help in dealing with the phenomenon, he heaved himself out of his office chair, picked up the case of papers he intended to sort and left his pokey office.
Immediately, the doctor noticed something was wrong. The door that he had shut not two minutes previously, had seemingly opened by itself. Then, his eyes tracked across the corridor until he noticed something. One of the patients seemed to be lolled in their bed, one arm dangling over the edge of the barrier. His curiosity led him to slowly approach the bed. A faint odour reached the man's nose. Blood. He knew the smell well enough, but in this situation it did nothing to calm his nerves. Doctor White reached out and slowly pulled back the curtain. What he saw next he knew would be burned into his mind permanently. The man who had been recovering in his bed not five minutes previously, was dead. And death had been dealt to him in a most terrible fashion. A great tear ran from the man's right ear around to his left collarbone, completely severing his trachea and hosing blood all over the blanket and pillow. The man's face too had been expertly plucked off, the left cheek completely bitten through and brain fluid leaking from the cavernous hole in the side of the former patient's head. Knowing he had to do something before he fainted from the shock, Doctor White lunged for the panic button. As soon as the ringing began and the other patients roused themselves, he let his instincts take over as he sunk to his knees and was spectacularly sick over the clean tiled floor.
First chapter done. Any criticism is welcome (although I am new, so don't be too flamey), let me know what you think of the story so far and tell me if anything needs improving/changing/getting rid of.