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"Glad to see you, Sands". Sands grunted in acknowledgement.
"So you've got problems?" she said. Sands was getting tired of her already,
and it had only been about a minute. He hadn't waited long in the small
waiting area. Maybe he had come to see the wrong doctor. "Well, maybe not see since
I don't have any eyes" he reminded himself. Impatience was ringing through his head.
He hated to wait. It was usually him who made others wait. Wait for their destiny or
doom. He'd like to think of this as his destiny. A sort of proof that he was untouchable,
invincible, everything almighty. But not as almighty as God. Sands had a hard time
believing in God. Why would anyone want to take away his own fucking eyes as a punishment.
His own fucking eyes.
"Yeah, you gonna help me?" Sands asked in a matter of factly tone.
"Sands, you have one thing that speaks to me. I don't care about your family, friends,
or any other people you have around you, if you do have anyone around you. That one thing
is money. You have the money?" the doctor was evidently a bitch. He had only met her
once before, recommended from another CIA agent who was tortured like him. But the bastard
had something worse taken away from him. His penis. Thank god they didn't take away his
fucking livelyhood. But why the fuck would it have mattered? He considered himself a
pretty cool guy, but apparently not to the ladies. Fuck, now he couldn't even see the
women! They always go for the sensitive type and I can't blame them. But I still wish I
could have something...
"I have the money" Sands said. This woman was clearly from hell. He wondered if he should
have rethought going through with this procedure.
"Listen, Sands. I've only done this once before and the patient was not happy with the
outcome. You have signed the paper and you can't do anything to me or my practice, got it?"
"Yeah I got it" The question was stirring in his head, but he was too afraid to ask it.
He kept on wondering what happened to the last guy. He decided to go for the blow and asked.
"You really wanna know?" she asked, popping her bubble gum.
"Yeah, I really wanna know" Sands replied.
"Well I'm not gonna tell you" she said.
"Why not?" he asked. Now he was just curious.
"Because it'll scare the fucking hell out of you" she said. "All I can say is that he didn't
live to tell the tale". Sands shuddered. He silently prayed to God that wouldn't happen to
him. Then he thought about how he had nothing to live for. He thought about if he
arrived to the gates of heaven, would he be rejected or embraced? What was it like up there?
Would he get to see his pops? Poor old man. Worked hard to support the family. Sands
remembered himself always thinking "I'm not going to turn out like this" every time he set
eyes on the man. Now he wondered who's place was worse that the other.
"Last call, Sands" the doctor said.
"I'm going through with it" he said. Then she put a mask on his face and he breathed in. He
could feel no more and sunk into a deep dreamless sleep.
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That was it! What did you think? It came in sudden inspiration to me while I was doing
my math homework. Please review.
"Glad to see you, Sands". Sands grunted in acknowledgement.
"So you've got problems?" she said. Sands was getting tired of her already,
and it had only been about a minute. He hadn't waited long in the small
waiting area. Maybe he had come to see the wrong doctor. "Well, maybe not see since
I don't have any eyes" he reminded himself. Impatience was ringing through his head.
He hated to wait. It was usually him who made others wait. Wait for their destiny or
doom. He'd like to think of this as his destiny. A sort of proof that he was untouchable,
invincible, everything almighty. But not as almighty as God. Sands had a hard time
believing in God. Why would anyone want to take away his own fucking eyes as a punishment.
His own fucking eyes.
"Yeah, you gonna help me?" Sands asked in a matter of factly tone.
"Sands, you have one thing that speaks to me. I don't care about your family, friends,
or any other people you have around you, if you do have anyone around you. That one thing
is money. You have the money?" the doctor was evidently a bitch. He had only met her
once before, recommended from another CIA agent who was tortured like him. But the bastard
had something worse taken away from him. His penis. Thank god they didn't take away his
fucking livelyhood. But why the fuck would it have mattered? He considered himself a
pretty cool guy, but apparently not to the ladies. Fuck, now he couldn't even see the
women! They always go for the sensitive type and I can't blame them. But I still wish I
could have something...
"I have the money" Sands said. This woman was clearly from hell. He wondered if he should
have rethought going through with this procedure.
"Listen, Sands. I've only done this once before and the patient was not happy with the
outcome. You have signed the paper and you can't do anything to me or my practice, got it?"
"Yeah I got it" The question was stirring in his head, but he was too afraid to ask it.
He kept on wondering what happened to the last guy. He decided to go for the blow and asked.
"You really wanna know?" she asked, popping her bubble gum.
"Yeah, I really wanna know" Sands replied.
"Well I'm not gonna tell you" she said.
"Why not?" he asked. Now he was just curious.
"Because it'll scare the fucking hell out of you" she said. "All I can say is that he didn't
live to tell the tale". Sands shuddered. He silently prayed to God that wouldn't happen to
him. Then he thought about how he had nothing to live for. He thought about if he
arrived to the gates of heaven, would he be rejected or embraced? What was it like up there?
Would he get to see his pops? Poor old man. Worked hard to support the family. Sands
remembered himself always thinking "I'm not going to turn out like this" every time he set
eyes on the man. Now he wondered who's place was worse that the other.
"Last call, Sands" the doctor said.
"I'm going through with it" he said. Then she put a mask on his face and he breathed in. He
could feel no more and sunk into a deep dreamless sleep.
***************
That was it! What did you think? It came in sudden inspiration to me while I was doing
my math homework. Please review.