Happy Holidays Everyone!! Here are the next two installations. I hope you're all enjoying the progression of the story.
Links of Story (In order):
http://sleeplesscomposer.blogspot.com/2016/11/excerpt1-from-short-story-relished-touch.html
http://sleeplesscomposer.blogspot.com/2016/11/hey-so-im-day-late-it-seems.html
http://sleeplesscomposer.blogspot.com/2016/11/excerpt-3-and-4-short-story-relished.html
http://sleeplesscomposer.blogspot.com/2016/11/hey-so-im-day-late-it-seems.html
http://sleeplesscomposer.blogspot.com/2016/11/excerpt-3-and-4-short-story-relished.html
http://sleeplesscomposer.blogspot.com/2016/12/excerpt-5-and-6-short-story-relished.html
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He has been living like a caged animal. Tied up, force fed and unable to speak. His drive to live had diminished. A spectacular shot to his vertebrae was all that was needed. Seeming like he was dead, he had laid there for hours; just bleeding and bleeding while the police took their time. He knew he was unimportant to them. He was finally swept away taken to his new home.
He has been living like a caged animal. Tied up, force fed and unable to speak. His drive to live had diminished. A spectacular shot to his vertebrae was all that was needed. Seeming like he was dead, he had laid there for hours; just bleeding and bleeding while the police took their time. He knew he was unimportant to them. He was finally swept away taken to his new home.
For the long nine years David has
wished to die. On several occasions, he should have. He has had heart attacks
and multiple organ failures and every time the doctors revive him. He wished he
could sign a DNR, he wants this nightmare to end. Man is not supposed to live
unable to speak, or move. He cannot control who he meets or whom takes care of
him. He cannot ask questions about the new world around him. He must remain
ignorant. He could never go find a
companion; someone who shared the same interests
as he did. Sure, he’s been in love many times- but everyone has. Let’s face it.
Anytime people have a genuine connection to someone they fall in love a little
bit. No one will ever admit it though.
That was the main difference
between David and everyone else. He lived in the now. He wasn’t afraid to seize
the day. He didn’t confine himself to rules and restrictions. He was completely
and utterly inhibited and instinctual, almost primal. He missed the old days
where he could live freely. See a pretty girl, schmooze her up, give her a
special drink and take her home. Ahh,
those were the good ol’ days.
Shelly, finished taking his blood
pressure and lowered the guard rail on the bed. She noticed he was still
restrained to the rail so she lifted it back up. She sighed in frustration.
“What happened to you?” She knew his eyes were focused on her. She wracked her
brain on all the possibilities. Why would they restrain someone who is
completely immobile? What is the purpose? Does he have psychiatric history? Was
he a violent patient? Is he a criminal? Was he suicidal? She wanted to ask but
she found it in bad to taste to ask her mute patient to move his eyeballs to
these questions. “I normally make it a point to know who my patients are Mr.
Clark. Would you find it rude if I asked?” She asked. What harm could this do?
Who’s he going to tell? She looked at David and he moved his eyeballs left to
right twice suggesting ‘No, I don’t mind’.
“Were you in
the psychiatric ward?” She probed.
David moved
his eyeballs once. Yes
“You were. Okay, Were you suicidal?”
He moved his
eyeballs twice. No, dear. Never run from one’s
troubles.
“Okay,
that’s a good thing… Psychiatric ward. Psychiatric ward. Um, did you have a
mental illness?”
No movement.
What’s your definition of mental illness,
love?
“Okay, I
won’t ask that again. Touchy subject I suppose. Did you commit a crime?” She
asked with worry.
David moved
his eyes once. Yes, I did, love.
Shelly’s
pupils dilated as her fear grew. “Robbery?” Her voice was growing smaller.
He moved his
eyes twice. No.
She stood up
and paced a bit. “I shouldn’t be asking. I’m sorry to intrude. All your meds
have been dispensed. It’s time for your rotation. She picked up the remote at
the side of the bed. Panic and worry spread across her face like it was the
newest lipstick. Some male care givers came in helped her turn him over. She
looked down and saw his piercing brown eyes burn right through her. He could
sense she wanted to cry, scream, or hide from him- and he loved every minute of
it. They began to wheel him out of the room. They wheeled him over to the
elevator and awaited its opening. MRI time for Mr. David Clark. Shelly stopped
asking questions, she must take care of her patient unabashedly, ignorance is
bliss in her opinion. She need not to know more than what he has revealed. They
reached the floor and wheeled him to the room with the MRI machine. The doctor
was in there already waiting and prepping the area. The male nurses and Shelly
transferred the patient, Mr. Clark, onto the MRI bed. The testing began.
