Crash Chapter 4

"Heartbeat"

Randy's POV

Let me tell you what, it is hard to hear mom, dad, and Lauren in here and not be able to talk to them, or even see them. Even though I knew it would be a complete waste of time, and a total failure, I did try to talk or move while they was here. As I've already said, it was a total failure.

Honestly, I'm surprised Lauren didn't burst out crying like mom. She was probably doing that silent crying thing she has perfected.

My thoughts are interrupted as someone presses the "play" button on the stereo. Once again, Hootie and the Blowfish comes blaring out of the speakers. Once again, this does not comfort me.

I can almost sense Dr. Weiss' hand containing the scalpel moving closer and closer to my abdomen with each note of the music.

I sort of mentally grit my teeth and brace my self (since I can't do these actions physically).

After a few seconds, I can feel the coldness of the scalpel touching my body, then the pain of the incision being made. It almost feels like my body's on fire where he made the incision.

For some reason, Dr. Weiss stops, and I can feel the scalpel being removed from my body.

'Jonathan' Jordan says after a moment.

'What?' he barks, obviously frustrated by something.

'This body is bleeding' Jordan says, sounding a little frightened now. It's then that I notice the slightly warm feeling near the incision site.

'It can't bleed Jordan, it's dead' Dr. Weiss reminds her.

'Jonathan, I'm not stupid, I know a bleeding body when I see one. This man is...this man is alive!' Jordan exclaims.

'Well...uh...put some...uh...put something on there to catch the blood' Dr. Weiss instructs.

'What do we do? Do you know what's the matter with him? I mean, why he appears dead, but is bleeding?' Jordan asks.

'Dammit Jordan, I don't know. I've never seen or heard of anything like this before in my life. However...I think I may know of someone who has' Dr. Weiss says.

I can't help but think "Good! Then get that person over here and have them figure it out'.

'I'm going to watch the body. Go get Erica for me please' he instructs Jordan.

After a few minutes, I hear the voice that previously told Dr. Weiss to stop. 'What is it?' she asks.

'I need you to call two different numbers, in this order. Call Detroit Memorial for me please, and tell them that Dr. Ellis Mueller needs to come over here as soon as possible. Then call this young man's parents, and tell them that they need to come back over here immediately' Dr. Weiss orders.

'May I ask why?' Erica asks.

'This body, this man is alive' Dr. Weiss says. After he says that, I hear what sounds like perhaps a clipboard, or something similar, fall to the floor. (I can't see this since my eyes are closed).

'Oh my God! How do you know?' Erica asks, shocked.

'I made an incision in the abdomen, and Jordan noticed that it was bleeding. A dead man can't bleed' Dr. Weiss explains.

'What do you mean a dead man can't bleed?' Erica asks.

'You can only bleed if your blood is flowing. Your blood cannot flow if your heart is not beating. If your heart is beating, you are alive' Dr. Weiss explains.

'Now, you really need to get on to those phone calls' Dr. Weiss reminds her.

'Right away' Erica says.


A/N: I don't really know how to keep things flowing from that last sentence to what I want to happen next, so I'm just going to end the chapter right there. Don't worry, I'll update again tomorrow, and maybe even the next day. (I said maybe).

I would like to say something up front about the next chapter. There will be some parts where I might have to stretch the truth a little bit to make this story work. So please don't tell me in your reviews that such and such couldn't happen and doing something or other is unrealistic, because I already know that. I'll be sure to mention where I had to lie a little bit. (Let's face it, it's not stretching the truth, or pretending, or imagining, it's just downright lying).

Anyways, please R&R unless you want Randy laying there on that metal table, bleeding, forever.

Thanks for reading.

-Yours truly, Randy Taylor