The Midnight Hospital Run: Lessons In Losing Your Mind, Conclusion (1006 hits)
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Submitted by Lechuga (View user info) at 2004-10-28 14:53:00 EDT
Part 1: http://www.ubersite.com/m/49853
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Everything was motionless. In the small room, there was a small, padded chair; a small TV, a meal tray, and an IV stand. The dressed bed was what got to him. David checked in the bathroom. He clicked on the light, and looked in the shower. Nothing. He turned around, and his hand hit something cold and hard. The bedpan that was resting on the sink hit the tiled floor with a loud, piercing clang.
"Oh!" he cried, the metallic crash reverberating in his troubled head. He looked in the mirror, and turned on the faucet. He splashed warm water on his face, looked at himself, and then dried. "What the hell is going on here?" he asked himself. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON! WHERE IS MY SON!" he shouted into the hallway.
An orderly poked his head around the corner. "Quiet down!" he ordered. David flipped off the lights and walked quickly down the dimly lit hallway. Brr. Hospitals always creeped him out. There was always something about them. The employees hustling quickly about, the heavily recycled air. Everything is so clean here. The smell of Sodium Hypochlorite bleach hung heavy in the air.
He reached the front desk, and the man sitting there looked up. "Can I help you?" he asked.
"Yes, what the hell is going on here, my son Nic-Chris, whatever, is gone, some nurse told me he was in 1406, down that hallway. He just got out of surgery, and this hospital's practically empty! Where is my son!"
"Are you sure he's in Recovery? He might still be in the OR. I can check for you," he said. David nodded. The man flipped through several folders, and stared blankly back at David. "Sir, what's your son's name?"
"Chris Madison."
"I don't have anyone by that name on file being checked into the OR tonight. Are you sure he was brought to this hospital?"
"I don't—I don't know anymore, I'm—I'm so confused, this place is—I don't know. Please tell me where I am!" He plead. "I got a call from someone, some—lady, she said her name was, oh god, her name was, Christine something," he said.
"Sir, you don't look to well, perhaps you should lie down—"
"I'M NOT GOING TO LIE DOWN!" He shouted. "LET ME SEE MY SON!"
"I'm going to need an orderly by the front please, we have some disorderly conduct going on, over."
"Where, where, CHRISTINE! Oh, thank god," he said, when he saw his wife and daughter walk in the emergency room doors. "I can't find Chris, and this place is like some sort of prison, there's nothing here! They lost our boy, he's not here!"
"Excuse me? Do I know you? My name is Jamie, and I've never met you before in my life." She said.
"Wha—"
"This is my daughter, Jennifer, we don't know you, sir." David bent down and stroked his daughter's head.
"You remember your daddy, don't you Hannah?"
"My name is Jen, I don't know you," she said.
"No, your name is CHRISTINE and you are my WIFE, your name is HANNAH and you're my DAUGHTER! What the hell is going on?" At that point, the orderly that heard him screaming earlier came around the corner with a syringe in his hand. Undoubtedly a sedative. David was still babbling incoherently, and could be heard nearly all the way around the hospital.
The orderly grabbed him under his right arm, and plunged the needle into his neck. He started to struggle, until the Benzodiazepine took over, and he passed out.
***
The dull light slowly increased, to the point where David had to shield his eyes. There was a throbbing pain in his neck from the injection site, and his head was pounding. The dual fluorescent tubes on the ceiling above him hummed. He opened his eyes, and was greeted by harsh, piercing light. He was in a holding cell. The walls were padded. He had officially lost his mind. He stood up and walked to the 4"x 4" window and looked out.
All he saw were blank hallways. "HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!!!! GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!!! HEEEEEEEEEY!! After about ten minutes of pounding on the door, screaming, he gave up. He might as well try and sort things out in his head while he was in here. David took a deep breath, counted down from ten, and let it out. He took his jacket off and laid it on the ground. It was hot in here. The walls were padded and blue. The fluorescent light is annoying as hell.
This hospital has made me lose my mind, he thought. There are several things wrong here. One: The nurse that called me here, nowhere to be found. Second nurse doesn't know who the former nurse is. Third nurse disappeared from view. David is now 'Nicholas' who now doesn't exist. My wife and daughter are different people who don't know who I am. I'm sitting in a hospital holding cell, and it's 3AM. I have work in seven hours. My head hurts.
He heard a large key being inserted into the lock on the door. The orderly that shot him up with Benzodiazepine opened the door. "Get up." David did just that, and walked out. Two police officers were standing outside, talking to the man at the front desk.
"Jon Drisko? I'm officer McFadden, this is Officer Manheim, we're gonna have to ask you a few questions, okay?" said the man of about 25. "Okay . . ." breathed David. "Hey wait a minute, my name's not John, it's David, David Madison. What the hell's going on? Here, look, look at my license, it says my name right on it. Look!"
He grabbed for his wallet and took out his license. DRISKO JONATHAN R, 43 Sears Road, Hyde Park, Nevada. "This isn't my license, my name is DAVID MADISON, I'm from North Reno, not Hyde Park!"
"Sure, sure. Why don't you come with us, sir," said the young one. They led 'Jon' into a room with a steel table and a chair.
"Ok, let's start with your name. What is it?"
"David Alan Madison."
"Try again."
"DAVID. ALAN. MADISON."
"No, Your name is Jon Drisko. We've called your wife, Patricia, and she's on her way over to pick you up." McFadden cut in.
"Please, I just want to go home, I want to see my son, please, just let me leave! I'm sorry, I was wrong, my name is Jon Drisko, and Patricia and I are very happy with our life. Can I go now?"
"Have you been drinking this evening sir?" asked Manheim. "Any drugs or marijuana we should know about?"
"No, sir." The two officers asked the orderly and the man at the front desk if they wanted to press charges. David, or Jon, as he is now known, couldn't hear much, except for whispers.
"...Medications... past experiences...wife... crazy... fit to leave... professional opinion... custody..."
"I'm still not leaving without my son," he said.
"What son?" asked the man at the front desk.
"MY SON, HE GOT IN A CAR ACCIDENT AND WAS TAKEN HERE!"
"Are you sure you have the right hospital?" 3:15.
"YES! Who the hell do I have to ask to get some answers around here! He's 5'9, 175 pounds, brown hair, hazel eyes, blood type A+; SS number 922-92-1110, what more the hell can I tell you! He's in this hospital!"
"Perhaps you should lie down and get some rest, it is rather late," said the orderly.
"NO!" He screamed as he got up from the chair and walked around the table. The two officers stepped in front of him, blocking his path, but David pushed them aside.
"FREEZE!" Screamed McFadden as he, Manheim, the orderly, and the man at the front desk all started to charge after him. There have to be places to hide in a hospital, David thought to himself as he sprinted down the long hallway. And my name isn't Jon Drisko. Fuck, my name is NOT Jon Drisko. My name is David Madison. My son's name is Chris Madison. My wife's name is Christine Madison. My daughter's name is Hannah Madison. I need to find Chris and get the hell out of here.
"LVPD FREEZE!" Shouted Manheim as they dragged behind David, a marathon runner and college running back. At age 43, he was still in perfect physical shape. He quickly outran the police and turned down another long hallway. He looked through all the doors on the floor. All of them were open. Old woman. Old man. Not Chris. Not Chris. Old woman. Not—CHRIS! There he was, hooked up to an IV and an ECG machine.
He unhooked the IV from his son's wrist, pulled the ECG pads off of his stomach, and lifted him off the bed, with the sheet still wrapped around him.
"Wha, where am I?"
"Shh, shh, it doesn't matter, we need to leave," David said.
"Who are you?"
"Don't pull this bullshit on me, I'm your father," he said with a gruff texture to his voice. He put Chris down and got face to face with him. "I'll explain everything in the car, come on!"
"I've never seen you before in my life, what are you doing," Chris said with fear in his voice.
"Chris, come on, this place isn't safe, and weird things are happening all around us, we need to GO!"
"My name's Jeremy, not Chris, what the hell is going on?"
"I'll explain it in the car, come on!"
"Hey, ORDERLY! HELP! Some crazy guy is trying to kidnap me! HEY!" David heard loud, pounding footsteps in the hallway. "HEY! IN HERE!"
"You can either come with me or stay in this crazy place, choose now, Chris."
"It's Jeremy. And I'm not going anywhere with you, you crazy FUCK!" He put emphasis on the last word, and pushed David away from him, and into the hallway.
"There he is, in there!" One of the officers sprinted after David, who slipped on the wet floor and went tumbling onto his back. Manheim grabbed him while the orderly administered another dose of Benzodiazepine. He was thrown over the orderly's back, and dropped onto the bed Chris, or Jeremy, was lying on before.
"What a cook, man," he said. McFadden turned on the large light on top of where David was laying. It was the last thing he saw before he passed out. Nothing but bright, harsh, light.
***
"Clock it, Time of death, 3:28AM," said Doctor Johnson. David Alan Madison lay on the operating table, his chest flayed open, his heart in open view. Dr. Johnson walked out into the waiting room. Christine, Hannah, and Chris were all sitting there, waiting anxiously. The Pepsi machine glowed brightly, the fluorescent lights hummed quietly.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but David didn't pull through. We did everything we could. He was driving down Route 113 in South Reno when he suffered a minor heart attack. He crashed the car into a guardrail near one of the drop-offs, and the car was teetering on the side. The lights moving up and down alerted some people, and they alerted the authorities. But, severe neurological trauma and heart failure did him in. I'm sorry for your loss." With that, Dr. Johnson stepped away and returned to the ER. David's chest was stapled together, and he was ready to be thrown in the freezer.
"Ok everyone, clean up, we have another patient coming in. We have a drug overdose, severe lacerations to the right cheekbone . . . " Dr. Johnson's voice trailed off as David was wheeled down the hallway to the Morgue. His eyes slowly opened, and all he could see was the sheet draped over his head.
The wheels of the Gurney squeaked as they wheeled down the hall.
"David . . . Alan . . . Madison . . ."
--Lechuga
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