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Post by Utkm on Jul 15, 2006 15:33:18 GMT -5
Mount Sinai Hospital is a very tall building that is able to help anyone with any injuries or symptoms they might have. Mount Sinai has won many awards and knows how to take care of people. the staff is friendly and will give you as nice of a stay as they can.
[Agent:2]
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Post by John Doe on Oct 7, 2006 17:48:07 GMT -5
"Charge to 300!"
The young doctor speaks quickly but loudly, knowing that her orders must be clear - there is no room for misunderstandings. They are all tensed, the doctor, the nurses, all attempting to rescue the young men lying on the bed in front of them - rapidly vanishing from the world of the leaving. Her eyes widen as she hears the machine beep.
"Clear!"
Sweat gathers on her forehead as she presses the shockers onto the young man's tanned chest. The effects are immediate, as the energy jolts through the unconscious body, but it isn't enough.
"C'mon god'mnit! We're losing him!"
In her heart she knows he isn't going to make it; they never make it beyond this point. A small tear forms in her green eye, she feels so sorry for the young man, who couldn't be a day older then 18. The loss of such a young life, the tragic destiny arriving so quickly. The metallic beep declares it, they boy is gone. The looks on the faces of the nurses are as horrible as the one on the doctor's face, the pain is visible.
"Time of death - 2:55 PM."
She declares, her voice almost failing her.
"Does anyone even know who he is?"
One of the nurses quietly asking, not sure if she should bother the doctor with such questions.
"No... The paramedics brought him in saying they found him lying unconscious near the Met."
They all nod, saying how horrible it is under their breaths. Dr. Grey picks up the medical sheet and writes a few notes about the poor dead young man, before covering him up.
"Dr. Grey, Mr. Conners is crashing!"
The call comes from the outside and everyone flee the room, the doctor included, finding it hard to believe that too people are about to die so close to each other. The room is empty, only the corpse lays on the medical bed - lifeless. The silence is horrible, as everything stands still in the closed room; clearly - life is not to be found here. But suddenly, a voice, the voice of god, louder then a million thunderstorms bursts into the room, igniting it with the flames of life.
"Live."
The cold room heats up for a moment, all that is logical becomes unreal and reality itself bends to the whims of a higher force. As quickly as it came, does it disappear. Once again the room is silent, once again all is finished, all has ended. Or has it? Beyond the covers a powerful pink glow can be seen, emitted from where the eyes of the young dead man should be. And then the impossible happens: he gasps. Bolting up on the medical bed his lungs are filled with air, his mind filled with fear, with questions.
His chestnut brown eyes roam around the room as he attempts to catch his breath. He's cold. 'Where am I?', 'Who am I?', 'What's going on?'. He can't get the questions out of his head, everything hurts to much...
Being alive hurts so much.
[Agent:2]
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Post by John Doe on Oct 7, 2006 19:54:06 GMT -5
Fear creeps into the heart of a human being when it is most unneeded. If there is something bad already happening, fear will arrive quickly enough, bringing with it pain and suffer. He is afraid. After a few seconds the realization can't be avoided and the fear that comes along with it is immense. He has no idea who he is, where he is, or why he is there - and it scares the life out of him.
Ever so slowly he gets off from the bed, his bear feet touching the cold floor; it makes him shiver. His whole body aches and he doesn't know why. He's wearing a gown; a hospital gown. And it seems he has nothing on underneath it. Okey, so he's in a hospital, yeah - that makes sense; but why? He looks around the room looking for signs - something to tip him off.
"The medical sheet!"
He freezes. Was that his voice? Yes, it was his voice. How shocking it is to hear your voice for the first time ever. He doesn't wait any longer and grabs the medical sheet. His eyes quickly skim over the page, attempting to absorb all of the information, but to no avail. Most of it he can't even begin to understand.
But two things he can understand very easily.
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Name: John Doe.
Time of Death: 2:55 PM.
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"No. No... This has to be wrong, a mistake..."
His eyes look at the clock on the wall, it's 2:58 PM. The fear in his heart grows greater, confusion taking over once more. 'John Doe, what kind of a name is that?!'; and then it hits him. He isn't the only one who doesn't know a thing about him, the people who brought him here, who took care of him - they have no idea who he is either. And apparently, he died only three minutes ago.
His stomach hurts, for some reason he knows the fear is what's causing it. He has to get out of here, now. He turns to the door of the large room, passing a hair through his dark brown hair as he opens it. The corridor is filled with people, yet no one seems to notice him; perfect. He can see the elevator at the end of the corridor, he has to get out. The young man starts pacing toward the elevator, slowly and confidently. He can't help but wonder why non of the people try to stop him; is it a common thing in this hospital, for patients to walk around bare feet, in the hospital gowns? Before the thought is even completed he is inside the elevator. With the push of a button he can feel his body dropping in altitude; he may have no memory of himself, but he can tell he had never felt the drop this way.
When he steps out he's on the ground floor. He exists the elevator quickly, allowing people to enter. Silently he walks toward the exit, God, he's almost outside! But it seems that his lucky streak runs out as soon as he goes through the hospital door.
"Hey you! Get back in here, patients can't leave like this!"
He turns his head around. 'Damnit! Hospital guard!', the thought flashes through his mind; and as if it was a natural reflex to him, he runs. Bare feet, in a hospital gown, he runs outside of the hospital and onto the streets - as fast as his feet can carry him.
[Agent:2]
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