Story Time Part Three "My Brain is Coming Out" (sorry no boobs this time) (1565 hits)
Category: RomanceRating: 2 on 7 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by heyzues (View user info) at 2004-09-08 19:51:12 EDT
Part one- http://www.ubersite.com/m/43474
Part two- http://www.ubersite.com/m/43842
"I'm so tired....Focus fucknuts, you can't die now, not after all that shit." Bob's inner self screamed. He was on his knees weeping tears of blood from the massive cerebral hemorrhage he had just experienced. The entire lower portion of his thin face was covered in blood. His arms hung by his side, completely unresponsive. Currently, his entire body lacked mobility
Two, rather burly, female nurses ran to his side and laid him on his back, while a doctor checked his vital signs. "His heart beat is erratic, and his body is completely unresponsive." The doctor said, as he flashed a blue LED pen light into Bob's eye.
"You have to relieve the pressure, if you don't you'll die!" Bob thought to himself. "The brain can work around the damage, but not with all this pressure." Out of the corner of his blurry vision he spotted an aluminum cart with a tray of surgical tools on top. Just then a male nurse brought in a gurney for Bob. As the two nurses picked Bob up off the floor to place him on the gurney, Bob made his move. Focusing hard to access his struggling nervous system, he reached out to the tray and grabbed a scalpel. Holding the surgical tool so that only a centimeter of the blade extended out of his fist, he plunged the blade into his skull. Two inches above the outer edge of his right eye, just below his hair line.
As Bob ripped the blade out of his skull, a fountain of blood followed in it's wake. The pressure in his skull faded immediately. The blood loss was draining his energy, but not enough to be a concern to him right now. At the moment, his only concern was getting out of the hospital, because if anyone knew of his abilities then he could no longer use them for selfish gain.
The startled nurses pried the scalpel from his hands, and attempted to stop the bleeding. While a nurse tried to bandage the injury, Bob's body began to respond to his will. He knocked the nurses hands away from his face and rolled off the side of the gurney, landing on his toes and fingertips. Looking up, he noticed that three people, that appeared to be orderlies were blocking his exit out of the small operating room, Bob stood up and stared at the shocked orderlies. The viewing window next to the doorway was blocked by people looking in. "Not people, cushions." He thought out loud.
Bob grabbed the doctor by the collar and threw him into the orderlies, then preceded to hurtle himself at the window. Striking the window shoulder first, Bob's vision settled on the wire mesh that was imbedded in the safety glass.
"That was stupid." Bob mumbled as he picked him self off the ground of the operating room, and began rotating his shoulder. The three orderlies had regained their footing and where coming for Bob. "And now for something really stupid." Bob said as he haphazardly grabbed a scalpel from a nearby surgical tray, and lightly pressed it against the side of his own neck. Swaying back and forth, he looked at the orderlies, and without saying a word they began to back up slowly.
"You need medical attention immediately." the doctor said, making his way through the orderlies towards Bob. "If you don't get some help your going to die."
"Really? So the gallon of blood that just came pouring out of my ears. That means there's something wrong with me?" bob said, his voice dripping in high pitched sarcasm. "Now, doctor Hawking, why don't you and the three stooges get the hell outta my way. Before I do something really stupid."
The orderlies and the doctor began to back away, out into the hallway. Bob slowly made his way into the hallway, making sure to keep at least five feet from all hospital personnel. Once he got into the hallway, he saw that there was a crowd of twenty people that had gathered to see the crazy man.
Bob made his way through the crowd towards the fire exit, resembling a cornered beast as he made sure to keep people from getting too close. Finally making it to the door, he pushed through and was struck by the cold winter air. He ran across the concrete patio and onto the side walk on the south side of the hospital. Looking up into the cloudy night sky, he felt pressure being relieved on both the inside and the outside. He sprinted on the sidewalk, invigorated by the freezing air, around to the west side of the hospital and found his truck.
As he pulled away he looked into his rear view mirror and for the first time saw how bad his situation was. Except for a tiny patch of skin above his left eye his entire face was caked over in dried blood. His eyes made him look demonic in the way that they were solid red.
Arriving at his apartment complex, no longer refreshed by the cold air, he slowly trudged up the stairs and into his apartment. Consciousness was becoming difficult to maintain, as he stepped into his apartment and locked the door behind him. The moment he sat down on his bed he lost mobility and fell back onto his pillow. "I hope I don't die." was the last thing he said before slipping into unconsciousness
Thirty hours later, at ten o'clock AM, the theme song to Super Mario Brothers forced Bob to peel his blood encrusted eyes open. Relieved that he was still alive and squinting through the orange morning light that made its way through his draped windows, Bob looked at the LCD display on his cell phone and saw the name Amy in green letters.
User Reviews
Submitted by Freakmagnet (user info) at 2004-11-21 22:59:43 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Where are the boobs?
Submitted by Mrboogie23 (user info) at 2004-09-09 17:24:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Good story. I enjoyed reading it. Seems that you've got something interesting here. Keep it up.
Submitted by heyzues (user info) at 2004-09-09 13:18:19 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Noooo I'm lost in obscurity. Maybe if I put it on the most recently reviewed list I can get some feed back from what people thought.
Because I'm a whore for attention.
Submitted by heyzues (user info) at 2004-09-08 22:21:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Before this post disappears into obscurity, I would like some critics on my writing style.
Things that make you go "Oh... so this guy is still in middle school." I don't have alot of experience writing so I could use some help.
Submitted by jack11058 (user info) at 2004-09-08 21:36:46 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by heyzues (user info) at 2004-09-08 20:33:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I quess I should have added boobs.
Submitted by Spiral_Abraxis (user info) at 2004-09-08 19:52:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Sh*t.
http://www.ubersite.com/m/44384 <------------- this new chick is really cute