Hi everybody! Well, after some days without an internet connection and then
with ff.net absolutely NOT working, here I am with the next chapter. Hope
it's worth the wait! *grin* Boromir in the world of jolting and "PLINGING!"
cabins. oho!
Artemis: Glad you say my story has that feel, I wanted it to. Guess how satisfying it is, when I get told it's got the feel.
velda: Thanks!!
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Afterlife? -No: Aftershock!
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Chapter Eleven
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"Are there any relatives of yours that need to be informed about your whereabouts? if so, it would be high time you called them. Dr. Cooper here told us that you didn't have the possibility to phone yet." Grimes asked, while they trooped out of the room.
"Er.. no, no, not at all." Boromir stammered. "I will .call them later." Queer: 'Call' someone? 'Phone'? What did that mean?
"Oh, okay, but you could use the phone over there, you know, and I bet your relatives are concerned about what has happened to you."
Grimes pointed to a funny object standing on one of the high desks on the other side of the room. So, this was a 'phone'. And you obviously 'phoned' with it. That didn't help Boromir at all. Sighing inwardly, he answered. "No thank you. I'll just make sure I'll go straight back home as soon as I'm able to leave from here."
Dr. Cooper smiled. "And that will be soon. You'll just have to sign these papers here and the things Mr. Grimes and Mr. Wirrell want you to sign, and then you are free to go wherever you like."
Boromir nodded, relief flooding him. At last! He had been inside this building too long. The white of the walls irritated him and the lights were strange and much too bright. He tried to make head or tail of the forms he had to sign, failed and put his signature on them anyway.
He nearly made the mistake and signed "Boromir, son of.", but corrected himself before it got obvious. He answered some questions and then was let off the hook.
"We'll accompany you downstairs as soon as you have retrieved your belongings." Mr. Wirrell said. "We're leaving the hospital as well."
Boromir thanked the policemen and followed a nurse who led him to a room stacked with the queerest objects. His sword and his clothes looked very out of place between the white linen, the glinting metal trolleys, the rows and rows of glass vials and green cloaks.
Hurriedly, Boromir took his stuff and went into a tiny cabin where he was supposed to change clothes. He did so with great difficulty. Never before had he had to dress in such a confined place!
Finally, he was back with the policemen who had waited patiently for him at the place he'd left them and together, they walked to a set of metal doors. The two policemen were rather interested in Boromir's sword and inspected it excitedly. When they arrived at the metal doors, Wirrell pressed a shining button next to one of them, and at once a red light shaped like an arrow lighted up. they waited.
Suddenly, with a loud "Pling!", that made Boromir nearly jump out of skin, the doors slid opend to the sides and the three men looked into a cabin already occupied by a nurse and a middle-aged couple. Wirrell and Grimes stepped into the cabin too and Boromir followed them apprehensively.
He was greatly shocked when he noticed that the cabin started travelling downwards with a jolt. Seeing however, how calm the other people inside stayed, he assumed that this was normal and shut up. A row of buttons was on either side of the cabin and Boromir saw how little lights appeared alongside these buttons, getting lower and lower one at a time.
Then the light stopped alongside one button and the cabin stopped with another jolt. Grimes and Wirrell stepped out of the cabin at once and Boromir followed them suit. They went through a large hall full of people and came to a set of glass doors. Outside, it was raining.
"Damn weather!" Grimes muttered. "One minute it's sunny, the other it's raining like I don't know what! We'll have to run to our hovercar."
"Right you are." Wirrell answered glumly, then he turned to Boromir. "I'm sorry we can't give you a lift, but we've only got two seats, so we can't. We'll leave you here, then. Good Bye, Mr. Steward, and don't forget to go to the police headquarters within the next two days. There you will be logged again."
Boromir nodded and they shook hands. After Grimes had said goodbye too, the policemen ran off into the rain and left Boromir to himself.
Artemis: Glad you say my story has that feel, I wanted it to. Guess how satisfying it is, when I get told it's got the feel.
velda: Thanks!!
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.
.
Afterlife? -No: Aftershock!
.
.
Chapter Eleven
.
"Are there any relatives of yours that need to be informed about your whereabouts? if so, it would be high time you called them. Dr. Cooper here told us that you didn't have the possibility to phone yet." Grimes asked, while they trooped out of the room.
"Er.. no, no, not at all." Boromir stammered. "I will .call them later." Queer: 'Call' someone? 'Phone'? What did that mean?
"Oh, okay, but you could use the phone over there, you know, and I bet your relatives are concerned about what has happened to you."
Grimes pointed to a funny object standing on one of the high desks on the other side of the room. So, this was a 'phone'. And you obviously 'phoned' with it. That didn't help Boromir at all. Sighing inwardly, he answered. "No thank you. I'll just make sure I'll go straight back home as soon as I'm able to leave from here."
Dr. Cooper smiled. "And that will be soon. You'll just have to sign these papers here and the things Mr. Grimes and Mr. Wirrell want you to sign, and then you are free to go wherever you like."
Boromir nodded, relief flooding him. At last! He had been inside this building too long. The white of the walls irritated him and the lights were strange and much too bright. He tried to make head or tail of the forms he had to sign, failed and put his signature on them anyway.
He nearly made the mistake and signed "Boromir, son of.", but corrected himself before it got obvious. He answered some questions and then was let off the hook.
"We'll accompany you downstairs as soon as you have retrieved your belongings." Mr. Wirrell said. "We're leaving the hospital as well."
Boromir thanked the policemen and followed a nurse who led him to a room stacked with the queerest objects. His sword and his clothes looked very out of place between the white linen, the glinting metal trolleys, the rows and rows of glass vials and green cloaks.
Hurriedly, Boromir took his stuff and went into a tiny cabin where he was supposed to change clothes. He did so with great difficulty. Never before had he had to dress in such a confined place!
Finally, he was back with the policemen who had waited patiently for him at the place he'd left them and together, they walked to a set of metal doors. The two policemen were rather interested in Boromir's sword and inspected it excitedly. When they arrived at the metal doors, Wirrell pressed a shining button next to one of them, and at once a red light shaped like an arrow lighted up. they waited.
Suddenly, with a loud "Pling!", that made Boromir nearly jump out of skin, the doors slid opend to the sides and the three men looked into a cabin already occupied by a nurse and a middle-aged couple. Wirrell and Grimes stepped into the cabin too and Boromir followed them apprehensively.
He was greatly shocked when he noticed that the cabin started travelling downwards with a jolt. Seeing however, how calm the other people inside stayed, he assumed that this was normal and shut up. A row of buttons was on either side of the cabin and Boromir saw how little lights appeared alongside these buttons, getting lower and lower one at a time.
Then the light stopped alongside one button and the cabin stopped with another jolt. Grimes and Wirrell stepped out of the cabin at once and Boromir followed them suit. They went through a large hall full of people and came to a set of glass doors. Outside, it was raining.
"Damn weather!" Grimes muttered. "One minute it's sunny, the other it's raining like I don't know what! We'll have to run to our hovercar."
"Right you are." Wirrell answered glumly, then he turned to Boromir. "I'm sorry we can't give you a lift, but we've only got two seats, so we can't. We'll leave you here, then. Good Bye, Mr. Steward, and don't forget to go to the police headquarters within the next two days. There you will be logged again."
Boromir nodded and they shook hands. After Grimes had said goodbye too, the policemen ran off into the rain and left Boromir to himself.