Title: Nightmare.
Part: III
By Lylou
Natalie Rickman opened her eyes and felt the head blurred, she felt drugged and didn't remember where she was…but she felt the cold, and the scare.
She saw a woman laying next to her…Dr Massingel.
-Lona?
-Yes….How are you?
-I think I'm fine….
-Dr Abelson is here to, she is okay.
-Where are we?
-I don't know but…seems like the Kingdom hospital but is….old.
-I've been here other times….With Elmer… during one of our studies…..
-You've been here before?
And where are we?
-I can't explain Mrs. Rickman, but it's like another "dimension".
-"Another dimension"?….. Sounds like a "The twilight zone" story…
-I know….I think here everything is possible.
-We have to get out of here.
-Yes Dr Abelson….but how?
-We need help…help from the other side.
-I'm sure that Dr Stegman is looking for us….
-Sure Dr Abelson.
They were in a dark and dusty room, full of shades and very cold and although they hadn't said it at aloud, all of them felt observed by a thousand of invisibles eyes.
Suddenly they could heard shouts of suffering from some near place….but they couldn't listened them clearly, somebody shouted of pain near them and it sounded very familiar….
-Natalie….Did you heard it?
-Yes…..It's Dr Draper.
Dr Hook was drinking on his basement loneliness.
He couldn't remember when he surrounded… No, now he was lying himself again, he remembered it very well … was after speaking with that disgusting Mr Smith, the Chris boyfriend.
He hadn't been able to believe it…It couldn't be possible, Chris, his Chris….It must have a logical explanation….but to late, he had already imagined them together, he would let she explain herself, he would forgive her if it was necessary, he would even move with them two if they wanted, he wasn't a jealous man, well not to much, and even although he was it….he couldn't lose her, now he couldn't live without awaking next to her.
But know all this things didn't change the way he felt now.
He was scared, scared of loose her, scared of having lost her already, scared of have to learn how to live without her again….
And the alcohol seemed a good idea to him, it was of which they had taken last night, when everything was so different, when she was there and his long lonely bed, smelled like Chris, without knowing what going to happen tomorrow….
-"Tomorrow sucks"
Thought while he drunks another drink.
He couldn't find her, he didn't know where to search, but the worst thing, the one that made him felt sick, was this guy…Daniel, Danny or whatever his name was.
It wasn't only that there was something spooky on him, it was the way on which he spoke about Chris, as if she was something of his, as if Chris was his lost puppy and he her master, who could punish she because she had escaped.
A woman like Chris could have the man she wished….Why that guy?
He had thought very much about those scars that Chris have in all her body "a car accident" had said she once, naked and almost sleep under his blankets…he didn't ask twice them but now…..now all was different, his thoughts began scare him, if that guy have hurt her before…maybe he had returned for her, and if it he was reason which he didn't find her?
And If Danny had found her already?
He rose of the ground and decided that it was time to make something useful.
-I've told you…We can't open this door.
-But Dr. Draper is inside, and someone is hurting her.
-We can't know that Mrs Rickman…
-And what the hell do you think is Dr Abelson?
We are here, it's logical to think she is here to!
-Well… everybody calm down.
Nat is right; we have to help Chris…but….
-But what Lona?
You've been here before…Do you remember how to leave?
-Well we just….left.
-How?
-I don't know….just thinking about leave.
-Well that isn't going to work…I'm thinking about leaving the last two hours….
-I was afraid of that.
-Then?
-I think we need help…help from the other side.
-Did you say that Elmer can come in here whatever he wants?
-Yes….more or less.
-Well, I hope that Elmer is missing you….
-My too….
What do you think is happening to Chris?
-…I don't know…But I hope that she will be fine.
The pain scream on the other side of the door had become into sad and weak sobs, they hadn't listened her suffering shouts half and hour ago….now was worse.
They could understand intermingled words and sobs, as if Chris had surrounded finally.
How not?
The had listened the shouts, the blows, the cracks, kicks on the ground, more shouts of pain and following, the silence during distressing minutes in which they were afraid of worse….and now the snobs, as if Chris was a lost and sacred little girl.
And all that just thinking "Will I'm be the next?"
Yes, they really needed help.
To be continued….