Lona shook her head as she headed down to the sleep lab again.
'Day's just going perfectly so far,' she thought sarcastically. First the computer had gone crazy deleting important records that she had then had to spend hours recovering before she could do anymore research. Then someone ate her supper. a sudden, sharp pain of hunger reminded her that she was either going to have to hit a vending machine soon or risk the cafeteria.
Now to make matters worse, she was going to have to deal with Elmer for the night. She shook her head, anger and frustration starting to build at the thought of him and that prank he had tried to pull. Someone really had to do something about him. If he wasn't such a good test subject, she would seriously consider banning him from the lab sometimes.
"Still mad at Elmer?" Carrie said as Lona entered the lab, smiling in definite sympathy. It had scared her half to death when she opened that bag and saw what was inside. She wondered what Elmer had ever done with the blasted thing. She was pretty sure that he hadn't returned it to the morgue.
"Aren't you?" Lona said with a shake of her head as she sat down,
relieved to see that Elmer was already sleeping instead of waiting to pester her again. Honestly, he knew how to behave, she knew that he did and he could be just so darn sweet sometimes but then he would go and do something stupid like that head. Another pain in her stomach distracted her momentarily from thinking about Elmer. "Hey, did your supper survive whoever raided the staff lounge or do you want me to see about ordering a pizza?"
"I don't think there are any pizza places that will deliver here anymore," Carrie said with a shake of her head. "The last one claimed an ambulance tried to run him down and.... We could call anyway, I suppose.
Maybe they've found some new drivers?"
Carrie looked through the glass at the sleeping Elmer as she spoke,
annoyance washing over her at the sight of him. "Hey, what about that trick you were thinking of playing on him? Do you want to do that or not?"
"I don't know," Lona said with a shake of her head as she joined Carrie in watching Elmer. It would serve Elmer right if she did do it. He had wanted her to think he had cut his own head off, so making him think she was dead would definitely be a fitting payback. Maybe it might be going a little too far, though. I mean, the head incident was so silly that there was no way that she would have fallen for it but.... On the other hand, maybe a nice, serious scare would make Elmer shape up and stop doing this stupid stuff. He was going to end up getting into real trouble if he didn't so in a way, she would actually be helping him.
'Just keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better,' a little voice in her head whispered softly but Lona pushed that aside as she looked over at the now grinning Carrie. "Let's do it!" she told the nurse.
A short time later, Lona was applying coloring to her skin to simulate a dead appearance. "Methylene Blue." She said with a smile as she finished applying it to her face and let Carrie start to dab it onto her hands. "Like food coloring."
Carrie shook her head slightly at that. Apparently it hadn't occurred to Lona that also like food coloring, this stuff would be a bit difficult to remove. She supposed it was a good thing Lona spent so much time in the sleep lab. Somehow she doubted that it would reassure the patients much if Lona was wandering around upstairs looking like the walking undead.
"Now, it will take me a little bit to get down there and get everything worked out so you wait about twenty, twenty-five minutes before waking him up. Just tell him that I had a subarachnoid hemmorage and died just like that. Do you think you can act upset enough to fool him?" Wait a minute, why was she even asking that? Carrie fainted any time that she saw blood or any thing in the least bit alarming. Of course she could manage looking upset.
Carrie rolled her eyes, motioning for Lona to head down to the morgue. "Don't worry. I'll handle everything in here. I've got to go up to the ICU after I get Elmer down to the morgue though so you're on your own after that." Oh, this was going to be rich to see how Elmer would react to being the prank victim for once. A part of Carrie started to nag at her as she looked through the glass at the sleeping Elmer, saying that this joke might not be a good idea but she pushed that firmly away.
Someone had to teach Elmer a lesson.
As soon as she entered the morgue, Lona begin to have second thoughts. Okay, Elmer did need to be punished for what he had done but was this the best way to go about it, pretending that she was dead to frighten him? 'Think about all of the people he's lost, Lona,' he conscience whispered to her. 'Think about that and then how much it would hurt him if he thought that he had lost you too.'
"He just has a crush on me, just a blasted crush! It's not like he's really in love with me! He just thinks that he is!" Lona hissed under her breath as she started to undress. And maybe this would be what it would take to get Elmer to stop following her around like a puppy dog.
She felt a slight ache inside as she thought of that happening but she firmly pushed it down, hopping up onto the autopsy table and pulling a sheet up to her shoulders as she laid down. She shivered slightly as the cold metal caused goosebumps to form on the exposed skin of her back and she had to concentrate on laying perfectly still. How much longer would it be before Carrie came down there with Elmer? She wasn't sure exactly what she would do when he came in. She hadn't really worked that part of the joke out yet. Jumping up and scaring him right away was probably best, she supposed, rather than letting him pour out his heart to her before....
'Stop it, Lona.' she told herself firmly. 'You're letting yourself think about him like he really loves you. It's just a stupid crush, is all.'
She forced herself to lay still, closing her eyes as she settled down onto the table. Actually, once you got past the cold, it really wasn't too terribly uncomfortable there. Lona felt a sleepy feeling wash over her and before she knew it, she was drifting off into blissful slumber.
'Day's just going perfectly so far,' she thought sarcastically. First the computer had gone crazy deleting important records that she had then had to spend hours recovering before she could do anymore research. Then someone ate her supper. a sudden, sharp pain of hunger reminded her that she was either going to have to hit a vending machine soon or risk the cafeteria.
Now to make matters worse, she was going to have to deal with Elmer for the night. She shook her head, anger and frustration starting to build at the thought of him and that prank he had tried to pull. Someone really had to do something about him. If he wasn't such a good test subject, she would seriously consider banning him from the lab sometimes.
"Still mad at Elmer?" Carrie said as Lona entered the lab, smiling in definite sympathy. It had scared her half to death when she opened that bag and saw what was inside. She wondered what Elmer had ever done with the blasted thing. She was pretty sure that he hadn't returned it to the morgue.
"Aren't you?" Lona said with a shake of her head as she sat down,
relieved to see that Elmer was already sleeping instead of waiting to pester her again. Honestly, he knew how to behave, she knew that he did and he could be just so darn sweet sometimes but then he would go and do something stupid like that head. Another pain in her stomach distracted her momentarily from thinking about Elmer. "Hey, did your supper survive whoever raided the staff lounge or do you want me to see about ordering a pizza?"
"I don't think there are any pizza places that will deliver here anymore," Carrie said with a shake of her head. "The last one claimed an ambulance tried to run him down and.... We could call anyway, I suppose.
Maybe they've found some new drivers?"
Carrie looked through the glass at the sleeping Elmer as she spoke,
annoyance washing over her at the sight of him. "Hey, what about that trick you were thinking of playing on him? Do you want to do that or not?"
"I don't know," Lona said with a shake of her head as she joined Carrie in watching Elmer. It would serve Elmer right if she did do it. He had wanted her to think he had cut his own head off, so making him think she was dead would definitely be a fitting payback. Maybe it might be going a little too far, though. I mean, the head incident was so silly that there was no way that she would have fallen for it but.... On the other hand, maybe a nice, serious scare would make Elmer shape up and stop doing this stupid stuff. He was going to end up getting into real trouble if he didn't so in a way, she would actually be helping him.
'Just keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better,' a little voice in her head whispered softly but Lona pushed that aside as she looked over at the now grinning Carrie. "Let's do it!" she told the nurse.
A short time later, Lona was applying coloring to her skin to simulate a dead appearance. "Methylene Blue." She said with a smile as she finished applying it to her face and let Carrie start to dab it onto her hands. "Like food coloring."
Carrie shook her head slightly at that. Apparently it hadn't occurred to Lona that also like food coloring, this stuff would be a bit difficult to remove. She supposed it was a good thing Lona spent so much time in the sleep lab. Somehow she doubted that it would reassure the patients much if Lona was wandering around upstairs looking like the walking undead.
"Now, it will take me a little bit to get down there and get everything worked out so you wait about twenty, twenty-five minutes before waking him up. Just tell him that I had a subarachnoid hemmorage and died just like that. Do you think you can act upset enough to fool him?" Wait a minute, why was she even asking that? Carrie fainted any time that she saw blood or any thing in the least bit alarming. Of course she could manage looking upset.
Carrie rolled her eyes, motioning for Lona to head down to the morgue. "Don't worry. I'll handle everything in here. I've got to go up to the ICU after I get Elmer down to the morgue though so you're on your own after that." Oh, this was going to be rich to see how Elmer would react to being the prank victim for once. A part of Carrie started to nag at her as she looked through the glass at the sleeping Elmer, saying that this joke might not be a good idea but she pushed that firmly away.
Someone had to teach Elmer a lesson.
As soon as she entered the morgue, Lona begin to have second thoughts. Okay, Elmer did need to be punished for what he had done but was this the best way to go about it, pretending that she was dead to frighten him? 'Think about all of the people he's lost, Lona,' he conscience whispered to her. 'Think about that and then how much it would hurt him if he thought that he had lost you too.'
"He just has a crush on me, just a blasted crush! It's not like he's really in love with me! He just thinks that he is!" Lona hissed under her breath as she started to undress. And maybe this would be what it would take to get Elmer to stop following her around like a puppy dog.
She felt a slight ache inside as she thought of that happening but she firmly pushed it down, hopping up onto the autopsy table and pulling a sheet up to her shoulders as she laid down. She shivered slightly as the cold metal caused goosebumps to form on the exposed skin of her back and she had to concentrate on laying perfectly still. How much longer would it be before Carrie came down there with Elmer? She wasn't sure exactly what she would do when he came in. She hadn't really worked that part of the joke out yet. Jumping up and scaring him right away was probably best, she supposed, rather than letting him pour out his heart to her before....
'Stop it, Lona.' she told herself firmly. 'You're letting yourself think about him like he really loves you. It's just a stupid crush, is all.'
She forced herself to lay still, closing her eyes as she settled down onto the table. Actually, once you got past the cold, it really wasn't too terribly uncomfortable there. Lona felt a sleepy feeling wash over her and before she knew it, she was drifting off into blissful slumber.