Chapter 15
Please don't hurt me people! Its only a matter of time before you take my body and roast me on a spit! I can only take so much! Haha…..Read and review! Evil Crackers! Oh and Kait please stop throwing Hilary Duff cds at me! lol
Mort woke up, his head pounding but he would not wake up. He could hear himself screaming but he couldn't stop himself. He sat up, sweat pouring down his head as he rubbed his eyes to wipe away the sleepies.
He sat there in bed his eyes closed shut thinking of her. Thinking of his Caroline……
He wondered where they had taken her body. Probably to the morgue for an autopsy……as he choked back a sob. He finally realized through his madness that she was dead.
She was never going to come back. They were going to bury her in the ground. The cold dirt grown, where she would lay forever.
"She doesn't deserve it…", he mumbled in his hands. Mort wiped his head feeling extremely hot, as he took out the needles that were attached to his arm. He felt the sting and hissed a minute but the pain disappeared immediately.
He looked around his small white room. He hated hospitals so much. It was like hell. All the illness and death in this hospital just reeked of pain and sadness. So many emotions and memories. And now another memory was to be added to the collection.
He looked to his side and noticed a plastic tray full of creepy hospital food and the terror of them all. Green Jello. Its wobbly substance haunting everyone.
Mort smiled but shook his head his smile disapeering. He had to get out. But he knew he was screwed right now. The sherrif was surely to put him away after he recovered. But even though the thought of life in Jail didn't kill him all that much. He just missed Caroline, that was all.
He would happily go to jail if he knew that she was alive and well. He slowly got to his legs, already feeling dizzy. He felt so week as he dragged his hand across the wall to keep his balance.
After a few seconds of standing up his dizziness began to disapeer and he could see everything more clearly.He walked out of his room and entered the hallway. The disgusting creame pastel covered the wall as he cringed.
He watched as a nurse pushed a wheel chair carrying a old man attached to a oxygen tank. Mort slid himself against the wall a look of somewhat distubance as his eyes widened. Then his eyes squinted as he shifted his eyes to the ceiling pretending to be interested in the air vents.
The nurse and her patient passed by him ignoring his very existence. Mort took a deep breath. He felt like he was in a prision already and he was just waiting for someone to recognize who he was and have the SWAT team on his ass.
Mort walked down the hallway his bare feet touching the cold floors as he shivered slighty. It was quiet. Too quiet. "Okay now I'm just paranoid".
"Well why not you jackass! You have freaking killed the woman you love and you were shot by the sherriff. Wow..reminds me of that song. 'I shot the sheriff but I didn't shoot the deputy', as shook his head clearing his thoughts.
He could hear it. The sounds of screams coming from the walls. They seemed to be coming closer and closer and he realized where the screaming was coming from. Right down the hall was the "Psychiatric Ward".
"They are gonna fucking send me there…", he mumbled as he walked down the hall. The closer he got the louder the screaming could be heard. He stopped when he heard voices coming. He watched as the nurse pushed a button letting the doctors enter through the doors towards the 'Psychiatric Ward'.
Mort only watched for a minute but continued his journey. He had to find the Morgue. He had to see her body. At least one more time before he would be shunned away into darkness.
Mort breathed deeply, as he found a map. He found the arrow pointing 'You are here', and if his calculations were correct the morgue was just right above him.
Walking down the hallway, he walked towards a elevator and pushed the up button. He entered the elevator and leaned up against the wall. He pushed the button for the next floor as the elevator music hummed throughout the walls.
Mort looked down for a moment and noticed a small child no older then eight looking up at him. She stood there in her little hospital dress, holding a ragged rabbit in her small arms.
He looked down at her squinting already feeling uncomfortable since her eyes didn't seem to leave him since he entered the elevator.
"Umm…can I help you?", he finally decided to ask looking down at the girl. She just smiled at him as she pointed at his hospital dress.
"You have one too!", as she pulled at it gently. Mort rolled his eyes but felt his heart melt a little. "Yeah I have one too. So what are you in for?"
"I got my tonsels removed! My mommy is letting me all the icecream I want!", she smiled excitedly. "Hope you have fun", as he reached his stop.
"Well…I'll see you later. Bye..", as the little girl waved back, holding her rabbits arm making it wave back too.
He saw it. The dark, black, metal doors leading into hell. Mort never expected to be in such a place or most of all he never expected to enter such a place to say his last final wishes to his dead lover.
It was unnerving. Mort stood outside the door terrified. Why should he have to look at her pure innocence. He killed her. He had no right to even go near her.
But he had to. Just to make sure that she really was dead and that maybe this nightmare was nothing more then just a dream and that she was just playing with him.
He leaned against the door, his forehead touching the cold metal as he pushed the door slightly ajar about to push it all the way.
"Hey what are you doing out of bed?"
Ahhh! Man you people are quite vicious! LOL! Don't kill me! Me loves you!
