Chapter 11: You Want To Do What?
Tapping. Plastic-like echoing as flesh batted against wood. The body is stiff and bent. The metal chair numbs the body, it's almost painful not to move, but there is nowhere else to go. Thin cloth of clothes stick to the body from heat, sweat, and tightness from being cleaned too much. Hair, once a golden color fades to whitish bleach, lightly sticking to skin, that is gray lacking the paleness, for it shows not sickness but death. Blue eyes slowly lose their shine, becoming blank and endless sight of sinkholes.
The world would seem to swirl when shake would happen. But those black spots would not leave one's sight.
"Cody?"
The lad looked to the voice with a small smile.
"You okay?"
A nod was given.
"Remember what I said before?"
"I'm fine."
The words left in a harsh, low, raspy voice that was made in nothing but sandpaper.
The other took a seat by the pale boy. Moving a chest piece in a blank spot. Only for the other to copy a sudden move as well. Mumbles of speech echoed about. The click of heels sounded more like thunder after the calm. Beepers go off every three to six minutes. The ruffling of those light teal sheets of cover cloth moved around with every person who wore them. Static muted to a hush buzz when finally a movie plays on the small television from a new corner of the rec. room.
"What is that stuff?" Cody asked, pointing with a bony finger out towards one of many windows of the place. "Zack?"
"Snow. It's winter now. Season of frost and death."
"Sounds wonderful."
"A bit, yeah, I guess." Zack said with a shrug, not looking much into the other's words.
"Zack, where did you go?"
"I went to go ask someone a question and told me to get back to him."
"What for?"
"Something about you. That's it."
"Sounds nice of you, thinking of me, so nice." Cody said with an inch of a smile, his eyes slowly redden from tiredness and drugs.
Zack just shrugged, looking away from the window and back to the game in front of him.
"Zacky . . . smile . . . don't frown . . . looks ugly."
He did, a real one after such a long time.
"Better . . . much . . . much better."
"Good to hear."
"Zack?"
A new voice called out to him, one he knew from group. Turning to face the voice and waved the person over.
"Sup, Theo, been good?" Adding a smirk as he won a chest game.
Cody taking the time to fix up a new game, as Zack talked to his friend. No harm in that.
"Not much." Theo answered, taking an empty seat by Cody, who he turn to say hello to.
Cody just nodded his head to Theo that he heard him. The pale boy soon tapped Zack's arm near him to move first. And he did, while he left Cody to think of his move.
"Zack, did you have a talk with . . . "
"He turned me down. Asked to talk with him later."
Theo rose a brow when hearing the groan near the end of Zack's words.
"Someone doesn't like waiting?"
"You a mind reader?"
"Hello no, but think of ways of how I can get out of here if I did."
"Someone's daddy won't have that."
"He can go gag on his boy-toy's cock for all I care."
"Gee, I wonder how you ever got here?"
"Please don't make me blush. It burns."
"So do the memories of how that fear came to be."
Theo and Zack looked to Cody, who was still trying to make a move, he spoke without knowing. When he glance up to see those eyes on him, his head tilted to side.
"What?"
"Nothing." They both end up saying, letting Cody go back to what he was doing.
"Weird." Theo said out of the blue.
"Haley would have a field day of this."
"Zack stop, it's been months from then. Let it go."
Zack gave Theo a weak glare and said. "Never. After all that. You think nothing . . . "
"It wasn't nothing. I know that. I know. But still."
"The doc will hear me out. One way or another."
Meanwhile, down the deeper parts of the hospital's lot. Workers went about, walking in fast pace to get things done. Controlling those who can't be treated. That are so close to the morgue, but far from being place into it. As they still breathed, they would always be a problem for those, who spoke highly of having something better to do.
"Doctor, P. 8679392-BX-00032 heart stopped for a moment, about ninety seconds." A nurse told, giving only one glance from his charts.
"Two kilos of Fen-Phen and 19-Nor. See if motor skills pick up or not."
"Yes sir."
As the lead doctor saw the nurse run to do as he said. He glance over the papers in hand, smiling of the good results. Charts were good. Intakes were increasing and were by little tilting of decreasing. Good. It was all good. The feeling that thrust his heart as if itself was on drugs was in haven.
"Umm, doctor?"
"How's P. 000328-OL-324-32121?"
"Fine. Bone matter has double from seven present to eleven present."
"Another vile of Atripla mix with Enoxaparin and Symbicort. Don't let it enter the blood until the dye sets in. I want to see green when she cries. Understand?"
The girl nurse nodded and rushed off where the other nurses where on the very rat they were working on.
The cycle went on as the same. More and more changes were heard, all thanks to small pint of blood. This was just a dream, a dream come true. That no other doctor would ever ask for. Yet, his eyes traveled toward the world above him. Knowing very well that there was a small wall that seem to block everything.
"Doctor?"
With the sudden voice, it broke him away from his thinking. Having no choice but to look to the voice that reached his ears.
"Yes? What is it?"
"Your new workers are here and want a debrief of what you want them to do."
"Wonderful to hear, thank you." And started for the elevator.
"But sir!"
"What?"
"Mr. Martin is also waiting for you at your office."
"Ah, very well, thank you." He told her, before scamming through his papers for a moment, finding the one he was looking for and handed it to her. "Treat yourself, you earned it."
"Thank you."
Back at Dr. Newhall-Portoso's office, many new workers waited for him. Along with a teen wanting to ask him that he really didn't want answer any of his questions. Without looking at the teen, gather the workers into his office for a short moment. Trying hard not to listen to what the boy had to say.
But Zack wasn't going to give up.
"I want to take Cody out this place for the holidays!" He made his voice loud and clear, seeing how it made the doctor's body stiffen and twitched his being to face Zack as if he was a superhuman.
"You want to do what?"
"You heard me, Doc."
