Crash Chapter 9
"Recently"
Randy's POV
'So what's going to happen now?' I try to ask, but wind up whispering and slurring the question.
'Don't try to talk yet. Let me go get the doctor' mom says. She's gone a few minutes, and then returns with...two of the doctors from my dreams!
'Randy, this is Dr. Mueller' she says, pointing towards one of the doctors who was in the OR in my dream 'and this is Dr. Reed' she says, pointing to the man I recognize as the head surgeon who was possessed.
'Randy, it'll be a little bit before you'll be able to talk, but when you feel up to it, go ahead and try. Until then, you can write on this notepad' Dr. Reed instructs. I nod my head slightly.
'We'll be back later on' Dr. Mueller says.
'You probably recognize my voice because I examined you over at the morgue' he then adds when he sees the look of recognition on my face.
Not long after the doctors leave, I drift off to sleep.
Four Days Later
Randy's POV
I just got home from the hospital. Well, not technically home, since the general consensus was that I should stay with mom and dad. I didn't let on to this, but deep deep down, I agree. I don't think I'm mentally or physically ready to stay by myself yet.
I've been having the creepiest nightmares since the surgery. I'll dream that I'm trapped in a corpse and that as time goes by, it gets increasingly harder for me to breathe. According to dad, I actually woke up gasping for air one time. But that's not all that happens in the dreams. Sometimes I'll see Dr. Weiss standing over my body, and he'll start cutting things off. Like he'll cut off all my toes on one foot, then start on the next. The scariest one yet is when he actually got a Binford 6100 chainsaw and had sawed half way through my kneecap before I woke up.
But Dr. Mueller said that the nightmares are normal. Yeah, easy for him to say, he isn't the one having them. No, but seriously, he said that anyone who has been through a traumatic experience such as that has bad nightmares. I thought that kind of thing only happened to war veterans. I think I'd rather have fought in Vietnam than have gone through what I did.
Something weird happened at the hospital. Somebody (who only identified them self as a close acquaintance) gave me a Stephen King book titled "Everything's Eventual: 14 Dark Tales". This wouldn't be so weird, but they stuck a bookmark at the very beginning of the first story, Autopsy Room Four. This story's plot is eerily similar to what I went through. Waking up and not being able to move. (I know this because I have the original book this story came out in). It creeped me out too much to keep it (even though I do like Stephen King), so I had dad take it to a used bookstore and give it to them, bookmark and all.
Right now I'm laying down on the couch, while mom is in the kitchen, making tomato soup for me. (No matter what ailment you have, it seems like mothers always want you to eat soup, even if it's 120 degrees outside).
It seems like I've been sitting a lot lately. Not doing anything else, just sitting, staring off into space. What'll happen is, I'll start to think about something that happened when I was a prisoner of sorts in my own body, then whether I want it to or not, my brain will start obsessing over the fact that I almost died. I try not to think about that unless I have to though, because it freaks mom out whenever I start spacing out like that. Truth is, it freaks me out too.
Taking a bath or doing any activity which requires me to take my shirt off practically sends me into a meltdown because of the scar on my abdomen where Jonathan Weiss made the incision for my almost autopsy.
'Randy, are you alright?' I hear mom ask all of a sudden.
'Yeah. Oh, I'm sorry, am I doing it again?' I answer. I already know what she means by "am I alright".
'Yes. I know I've said this several times before, but it freaks me out to no end when you sit there and stare off in to space like that' mom says.
I may be able to move now, but I still have a very long road ahead of me to recover completely and become the person I once was, if I can ever become the person I once was. Hopefully no one will come crash into me on the road to recovery.
A/N: Sorry on two counts. One, for this being such a short chapter. Two, for this chapter being so similar to another one of my stories, Randy's Thoughts. Not that there's anything wrong with Randy's Thoughts, I just try to have a little more live action in chapters for the other stories.
I need to give a huge thank you to Baxxie for giving me not only ideas for this chapter, but also for several more chapters in this story.
Please R&R, I really appreciate getting reviews, good or bad.
Thanks for reading.
-Yours truly, Randy Taylor