Visions Tomorrow - Part 2: The Diary of Sue-Ann Motion (by Rune Woodman)
September 29th 2007 03:20
Monday.
Dear Diary, I don’t know if I’ve told you but hospitals are full of stories. You hear of corpses that get lost, people coming back from the dead and strange experiments in secret rooms. I always thought they were invented to scare young doctors and nurses, but today I've got a bump on my head that makes me think every single one of them must be true.
Being all over the hospital cleaning stuff thought I’d seen and heard it all, then today there were these two guys, dead on arrival. They’d been tagged and taken to the morgue pending autopsy. Once a fortnight I’m down there cleaning the acres of stainless steel and today was the day.
The attendant told me they were found in a car, with the engine and radio all going, totally dead in the middle of the traffic. How the hell did that happen? Must be a cult; mother ship landed and they took their cyanide pills something.
The bodies had been brought in on trolleys and left in the waiting zone. The morgue’s set up in different zones, there’s waiting, processing, prepping and autopsy. And then there are the fridges.
I’m not spooked by dead bodies; I’m down there all the time. Sometimes I have a look under the sheet after they’ve been chopped up - God what a mess.
Anyway these two trolleys were in the waiting area and I was cleaning one of the slabs. A slab’s a bit like a trolley but its hard steel, no mattress. All the doctors were busy in the autopsy zone, so I lifted the sheet covering one of the stiffs. He was young. I haven’t seen a young one like that before. And he was pretty. Dead people never look too good but I could tell when he was alive, he must have been a bit of alright. I snuck over and took a look at the second one. He was about the same age; just as nice. There wasn’t a mark or scar on either of them, not that I could see. I’m no doctor, Diary, as you know, my field is in dirt and grime, but these two kids were the healthiest looking dead people I’d ever come across.
What a shame, what a waste.
Something about them pricked my interest so I hung about as long as I could; giving everything a second wipe down as the two bodies were taken into the processing and prepping zones.
Finally the first was taken into the autopsy zone. I couldn’t see into the room. There are glass windows in the doors but I didn’t want to bring attention to myself so I didn’t look. I hung back next to the other dead guy in Prepping, didn’t want him to think he was alone. I was saying a little prayer for his friend, when I heard a blood curdling scream come from the Autopsy Zone and a tray of surgical tools crash the floor. There was more screaming and yelling and I couldn’t help myself; I ran to the door and looked through one of the windows.
A doctor was out to it on the floor; I guessed she was the one who’d screamed. Another one was at her side checking she was alright. The other two were at the slab leaning on the dead guy yelling for help; only the dead guy wasn’t dead. He was shaking and jittering all over the place. That was when I realised that horrific scream couldn't have come from the doctor on the floor, it was him, the dead guy! Blood spewed from the top of his head, his eyes were wide with terror and every muscle in his body tensed as his mouth opened and he let loose again with that hellish sound.
Diary, I nearly widdled my pants, but that wasn’t the worst of it. I turned to run for help and ran smack-bang, nose to nipple, into the other dead guy! He’d got up off his slab and was standing behind me looking over my shoulder.
You know I’ve been around and done a lot of things Diary, but even I couldn’t cope with seeing two dead guys getting up and coming back to life. Before my brain had time to think about running away it switched off, the world faded to black and I was down for the count.
So here I am, got a bump on my head and two week’s paid stress leave. I had to sign a letter saying I wouldn’t tell anyone about it, and aside from telling you I don’t ever want to think of it again.
I guess that's it for today. I'll go to bed now and try to get some sleep. Hope I don't have any nightmares!
Dear Diary, I don’t know if I’ve told you but hospitals are full of stories. You hear of corpses that get lost, people coming back from the dead and strange experiments in secret rooms. I always thought they were invented to scare young doctors and nurses, but today I've got a bump on my head that makes me think every single one of them must be true.
Being all over the hospital cleaning stuff thought I’d seen and heard it all, then today there were these two guys, dead on arrival. They’d been tagged and taken to the morgue pending autopsy. Once a fortnight I’m down there cleaning the acres of stainless steel and today was the day.
The attendant told me they were found in a car, with the engine and radio all going, totally dead in the middle of the traffic. How the hell did that happen? Must be a cult; mother ship landed and they took their cyanide pills something.
The bodies had been brought in on trolleys and left in the waiting zone. The morgue’s set up in different zones, there’s waiting, processing, prepping and autopsy. And then there are the fridges.
I’m not spooked by dead bodies; I’m down there all the time. Sometimes I have a look under the sheet after they’ve been chopped up - God what a mess.
Anyway these two trolleys were in the waiting area and I was cleaning one of the slabs. A slab’s a bit like a trolley but its hard steel, no mattress. All the doctors were busy in the autopsy zone, so I lifted the sheet covering one of the stiffs. He was young. I haven’t seen a young one like that before. And he was pretty. Dead people never look too good but I could tell when he was alive, he must have been a bit of alright. I snuck over and took a look at the second one. He was about the same age; just as nice. There wasn’t a mark or scar on either of them, not that I could see. I’m no doctor, Diary, as you know, my field is in dirt and grime, but these two kids were the healthiest looking dead people I’d ever come across.
What a shame, what a waste.
Something about them pricked my interest so I hung about as long as I could; giving everything a second wipe down as the two bodies were taken into the processing and prepping zones.
Finally the first was taken into the autopsy zone. I couldn’t see into the room. There are glass windows in the doors but I didn’t want to bring attention to myself so I didn’t look. I hung back next to the other dead guy in Prepping, didn’t want him to think he was alone. I was saying a little prayer for his friend, when I heard a blood curdling scream come from the Autopsy Zone and a tray of surgical tools crash the floor. There was more screaming and yelling and I couldn’t help myself; I ran to the door and looked through one of the windows.
A doctor was out to it on the floor; I guessed she was the one who’d screamed. Another one was at her side checking she was alright. The other two were at the slab leaning on the dead guy yelling for help; only the dead guy wasn’t dead. He was shaking and jittering all over the place. That was when I realised that horrific scream couldn't have come from the doctor on the floor, it was him, the dead guy! Blood spewed from the top of his head, his eyes were wide with terror and every muscle in his body tensed as his mouth opened and he let loose again with that hellish sound.
Diary, I nearly widdled my pants, but that wasn’t the worst of it. I turned to run for help and ran smack-bang, nose to nipple, into the other dead guy! He’d got up off his slab and was standing behind me looking over my shoulder.
You know I’ve been around and done a lot of things Diary, but even I couldn’t cope with seeing two dead guys getting up and coming back to life. Before my brain had time to think about running away it switched off, the world faded to black and I was down for the count.
So here I am, got a bump on my head and two week’s paid stress leave. I had to sign a letter saying I wouldn’t tell anyone about it, and aside from telling you I don’t ever want to think of it again.
I guess that's it for today. I'll go to bed now and try to get some sleep. Hope I don't have any nightmares!
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