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Chapter 11
It seemed as though the minute I set my head down onto my pillow, I was awoken again.
But what had awoken me was a very odd thing. I heard a weird whining, sort of like squeaking, flooding the whole hospital. When I slowly sat up, I quickly realized it was the intercom system. I managed to peer at the small intercom box on the far wall across from me, and winced when it wined again. My eyes felt strangely heavy, and they were hard to keep open. But my ears were working perfectly, or so I thought when I heard a cool woman's voice coming out of the intercom speaker.
"Paging Doctor Lex." The voice said quietly, "Paging Doctor Lex to go to the reception area."
I shook my head wildly, and rubbed my ears. 'I didn't hear that. I didn't hear that.' I mentally yelled at myself, and gazed at a strip of moonlight, trying to forget what I just thought I heard. There was a long pause, and for a while all I heard was the curtains on the windows fluttering in the breeze. An odd calm was settled in the room. It didn't last long though, because the speaker began to crackle and whine again, and the woman's voice shouted out her bulletin, louder this time.
"Doctor Lex please report to the reception desk. Doctor Lex to the reception area."
It was as if my legs had a mind of their own. While this second bulletin was going off, I ended up sitting with my legs dangling over the edge of my bed, and without my help, I found myself slowly standing up. For a few minutes, once I got upright, little black spots danced in front of my eyes, and my head was almost screaming with protest as seething pain attacked me again. But my legs didn't seem to care. My feet started moving, one foot in front of the other slowly, and my eyes drooped. It felt like my head wasn't a head at all it felt like a heavy weight that I just wanted to lift off my shoulders and forget about.
Slowly I began to move toward the door way of my ward, hearing nothing but the deep slow breaths I was making, and the quiet 'slip slap slip slap' sound my feet were making with each step.
When I finally got to the door way of my ward, I found it lead out to a dimly lit corridor that vaguely reminded me of the corridor I dreamt about the first night after I left the mall, which felt so long ago. This place smelled musty, and the carpet was rich, and looked like it was a light tan color. On each side of the hall were many doors with labels on them like, "Nurse's head office." and, "Incurable cases." I looked behind me, and saw the sign over my ward read, "injured and sick ward."
I started to walk forward into the corridor, when I spotted an old fashioned mirror on the wall in front of me. The outer rim was old and rusty, but it had the look of something that must have once been beautiful. The glass in the mirror was as old as the frame, for it looked spotty and dusty. But as I walked closer, I could still see myself in it.
I was almost frightened by what I saw. If I didn't know I was the only one in this long corridor, I would have thought I was seeing someone else, or a ghost. I looked so pale.
My eyes were had a sunken, sullen look of someone who might have been awake for 2 days. I was skinner then usual, and my medical gown hung loose on my body. There was a dark cut on my forehead, which stood out vividly on my pale skin, and the only thing I wasn't shocked about seeing was that my stomach looked a bit bigger then usual, but not by much.
I didn't have time to dwell on this though, because after about 4 minutes I heard the intercom whine again, and the woman's voice echo though out the corridor. She sounded more muffled this time.
"Doctor Lex, third call to the receptionist desk, Doctor Lex to the Receptionist area."
My feet started moving again; every step fell heavily onto the soft carpet, which muffled their sound. They seemed to know where they were going, because they kept walking, so I didn't protest.
After about 5 minutes, I saw in the distance a bright gleaming light, which told me I was close to where I wanted to go. I stopped a moment and took in where I was.
There was only one door around me now, it was labeled, "Emergency Surgery." Right outside it, on a patch of linoleum floor, was a large silver tray on a portable table. On it, I saw a whole assortment of scalpels, and other knives. Carefully I picked one up. It was small, but it could do damage if lunged right. It gleamed a little as I moved it. As I examined it, once again the bulletin asking for Lex came on the intercom again. When this one finished, I broke into a run, holding the small knife in front of me. Closer and closer the gleaming light at the end of the hall came, and finally I reached it.
I was in a large room. It was lit brightly, and it had large doors on the right side of it, the doors open to the night. There was an assortment of puffy comfortable chairs and couches by the door, and on one I saw Patsy. She was curled up, very asleep, and she shivered once in a while.
On the left side of the room, there was a large desk, and plump girl about 16 sat behind it, her arms folded. She was in deep conference with the man standing in front of her. This man was wearing a white medical coat, and had long, well kept raven hair. It was Lex.
Anger suddenly surged though me. I felt the cool knife in my sweaty hand, and I felt anger pulse though my body. At that moment I wanted to harm him, as badly as I possibly could. I wanted to keep him from hurting anyone like he hurt me. I wanted him to die.
I could not stand it any longer. I had to attack. I slipped quietly into shadow, and quickly ran over to Lex and the lady at the desk was. Right away with no hesitation, I jumped on Lex, and screamed out, as Lex and I fell onto the floor. Lex automatically put his arms over his face, and I started stabbing my small knife at his arms. I was cutting his shirt. (Why isn't his shirt white anymore?) He was screaming now. (Why does his voice sound different?)
Before I knew what was happening, I felt two pairs of arms pull me off of Lex. When they did, I found myself looking down at not at Lex, but Paul. He was whimpering, and the small cuts on his arms were bleeding freely. The bigger and stronger pair of hands that were holding me, the plump girl's, rushed to Paul's side, and she slowly helped him stand up, and rushed him off somewhere. I didn't see where. By then I couldn't actually see much. My eyes were filling in tears.
I dropped the knife in my hand, and I started to sob loudly. Patsy just woke up, and she was looking at the blood on the floor in front of me, and at the person behind me in utter confusion, and she ended up running somewhere. I sobbed harder, and I felt the set of hands on me let go, and I found out that Sadey was standing in front of me.
"Trudy..." She said in utter shock. She apparently didn't know what to think at the moment. She seemed afraid of me. She quickly bent down and picked up the knife I had thrown down, and she stared at me, as if not sure what to say. "Wh… Why did you do this?"
Finally then I let out a howling sob that I heard echo though the whole room.
"LEEEEEXXX!"
