(Suspense. SYNOPSIS: 60-year-old Anne Irwin is thankful that she still has an excellent memory, until a surgical procedure makes her look more like a curse.)
“Mrs. Irwin, have you had anything to eat or drink since midnight?”
“Well, let’s see. I had steak and eggs and two biscuits for breakfast,” said Anne. “Oh, and two cups of coffee.”
The nurse stared at her in disbelief.
“I’m kidding. I know the rules. This is not my first surgery.”
Lauren Irwin said. “Mom, behave.”
“Remember when you had your dolls, honey, back in 1983? Then we accidentally went off and left it at the hospital. And when your dad went back to get it, it was gone. You cried and cried for that doll.”
“Okay, Mom. No, I don’t remember that. But I believe you.” Lauren said
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to the nurse. “My mother has a memory like a computer.” “And guess how old I am,” said Anne. The nurse checked the chart in her hand. “Says here you’re 60.” “That’s right. And I never forget a thing.” “Well, that’s very impressive,” said the nurse with no particular interest. “The anesthetist will be in here in a few minutes.” She turned and walked away. “You’d rather be awake while they cut on you?” “I think I could take it.” A young female doctor walked in. “Hi, Mrs.Irwin. I’m Dr. Stump , your anesthetist.” “Doctor, looks like my mother won’t be needing your services.” “Lauren” said Anne. “Oh. You’re cancelling the surgery?” said the doctor. “No,” said Lauren. “She wants to stay awake for the surgery.” The doctor’s eyes widened. “I was only kidding,” said Anne. “My goodness, Lauren, can’t you tell when I’m joking?” Lauren smiled at the doctor. “My mother is a bigjoker . Sometimes I just have to call her on it.” The doctor smiled back, and then looked at Anne. “Well, I can assure, Mrs. Irwin , that you don’t want to have to bluff your way through this procedure.” “No, of course not.” Anne said. Dr. Stump assured Mrs. Irwin that she would keep her comfortable throughout the surgery. Then she took out a syringe and injected a drug into Anne’s arm. “This will help you relax.” Two orderlies came in and unlocked the bed wheels and began rolling Anne toward the surgery room. “Love you,honey. See you later.” “Love you, Mom.” ~~~~~~~~ “How are you feeling, Mom?” “Okay, I guess, How long i was in surgery?” Anne said “About 30minutes. But then you were in recovery for nearly two hours.” “Wow. I must have really been knocked out. What time is it?” Lauren checked her watch. “A little after five.” “Oh, my goodness. I can’t believe I’ve been asleep all this time.” Lauren looked confused. “Mom, you’ve been awake. They brought you here to your room over an hour ago.” “Did I say anything to you when they brought me in?” “Yeah. You said you were thirsty. So, I gave you some Sprite. And then I gave you a few crackers.” “Oh, yeah. Now I remember. My mouth so dry that I could barely swallow or even chew. But I don’t even remember rolling into the surgery room.” “You don’t?” “No. I remember saying goodbye to you and then…nothing.” “That stuff works fast.” “Oh, lauren , what about Luke? You need to get home and make Luke dinner.” “He can order pizza, Mom. It’s not a big deal.” “No honey. Go home. I’m fine. Come see me in the morning.” “Are you sure? We could come up tonight.” “I appreciate that, but I’ll probably be sleeping anyway. If you come you’ll just be waking me up.” “Well…okay...if you’re sure.” ~~~~~~~~~ Anne had been asleep for 40 minutes when she heard the elevator doors close. Two men, presumably orderlies, began to talk. “So, it’s got to be tonight. Once I silence the alarm I can disconnect her and just let her fade away. Then I’ll reconnect everything and the alarm will go off. You just make sure nobody walks in on me.” “Right.” “Because remember: I’m taking most of the risk, but you’re getting half of the money.” “Don’t worry man, I’ll have your back.” Anne saw one of the men twisting a silver ring on his right index finger. She quickly closed her eyes. What money?she wondered. She heard the elevator doors open and felt herself being wheeled out, and down a hallway. She could feel her body being transferred from the bed to the operating table. After some talking in the distance that she couldn’t quite make out, she heard: “Okay, then. Here we go.” Anne recognized the voice. It was her surgeon. She felt a sharp pain in her stomach.
No, wait, I’m awake! Help! Somebody help me! But she could not speak. She couldn’t open her eyes.
She would scream, if only in her mind, until her face turned into another color. Then the surgeon would notice, and stop cutting her.
Anne woke up. What a horrific nightmare. She gently touched the area of her surgery. It was the exact location as in her dream.
Then she noticed that the other bed was now occupied.
“Hi, there, Neighbor. What’s your name? I’m Anne.”
No answer.
“What are you in for?” Sounded like prison talk. Anne felt like a prisoner after that nightmare.
Still no answer. It would have been nice to have someone to talk to. A nurse walked in. “Here’s a little something to help you sleep, Mrs.Irwin.”
“Oh, I don’t think I’m going to need any help.”
“Well, the doctor ordered it, so…”
As Anne took the little cup with two pills in it, she prayed that the orderlies in her dream were not real.She dumped the pills into her mouth.
The nurse handed her a glass of water, and Anne drank part of it.
“Sweet dreams,” said the nurse, as she walked out.
After a few minutes, she got sleepy . The stinky breath is what woke her up. Onion and garlic with a dash of stale tobacco. But she didn’t open her
eyes. Then she heard the person walk away from her bed. She opened one eye just enough to see an orderly pushing buttons on the medical equipment that was hooked up to her roommate. It hadn’t been a dream after all. It was happening right now. The poor woman in the other bed was being murdered! She quietly reached for the button on her bedrail and pressed it. “May I help you?” said the nurse over the speaker. “Help! He’s trying to--“ A large hand clamped onto her mouth. “It’s okay, Jesse,” said the orderly, “I’ll handle it.” No, no, no! thought Anne. He’s killing that woman. And now he’s going to kill me! ~~~~~ “Mom? Mother?” Anne suddenly woke up. “Oh,lauren. I’m so glad you’re here.” She checked to see if her roommate was okay. The bed was empty. There was no trace of the woman. “What’s the matter?” “There was a woman in that bed last night. And this orderly came in and disconnected all her life support...and killed her.” “What are you talking about, Mom?” “I saw him doing it. So, I pushed the button to call the nurse. But he covered my mouth and then shot me up with something.” “Do you realize how crazy you sound, Mom?” “I don’t care, it really happened.” “Alright. Fine. Let me go talk to the nurse.” Lauren came back in five minutes. “There was never another patient in here with you, Mom. But you were yelling in your sleep last night. So, they gave you an extra dose of sleep medication.” Anne was stunned. Her memory was finally beginning to fail her. She hoped it was just a side effect of the drugs they gave her during surgery. “When can I go home?” “You’re already approved to go.” “Good. Let’s get out of here.” ~~~~~~~~ A nurse and an orderly watched from a distance while another orderly rolled Anne’s wheelchair into the elevator. Then Lauren stepped in, and the doors closed. The orderly said, “That poor old woman had terrible nightmares last night.” “But I think she deserved to know the truth.” “And what if she told the media her wild story? Just imagine some investigative reporter nosing around here asking all kinds of questions about an orderly killing a patient. We have a hard enough time getting any respect.” “I know.” “It was just a crazy old woman’s nightmare. But the TV station would try to turn into a scandal...just for the ratings.” “Yeah. But what if she finds out there really was another patient in the room with her? Then she’ll think we lied about it to cover up a murder.” “Oh, come on, you can’t be serious.” A murder? Right here under our noses? That’s ridiculous,” said the orderly, as he twisted the silver ring on his right index finger. THE
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