Episode Four
October 16th 2008 12:47
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Thursday Day 4
So much blood I can’t clean it all. Tomorrow is Friday. I have one day and I am trying to avoid blood and pain that threatens to wash me away.
I woke this morning with a stabbing pain in my cheek. My wife rolled over and then took one look at me and a look of concern painted her features. I looked down and saw a large blood stain on my pillow.
My cheek was burning I could feel my pulse thundering through my face.
Then I felt the pushing.
Oh my god the pushing, it was like my face was being ripped to shreds and my skin was being torn. It was an intense moment and then the pain stopped.
The giggling started again.
I could feel the bandage hanging loosely from my face. I staggered light headed to the bathroom and grabbed a large amount of gauze.
The wound was growing I could now see the lump clearly in the mirror it was white and discolored and a second lump was emerging to join the first. I could see on one edge was a hard line.
As I took the bandage off a piece of gore dropped from the wound onto the counter.
My wife came at my second call, the edge to my voice leaving her in no doubt at my concern.
We were in the hospital emergency room a few moments later.
My cheek was burning again and I tried to ignore the pain.
I looked over at the clock and watched the seconds tick by. Closer and closer to Friday.
The burning increased the tearing sensation returned as I screamed.
I didn’t want to touch the wound again the song still stuck in my head.
Friday comes and Friday goes,
On Friday he will scream and he will crawl,
He will wish Friday never came at all,
With that song in my head the pain subsided.
I sat trying to do anything to forget the time that was slipping away in that waiting room. I was trying to stop Friday, trying to escape a day that would come no matter what I do and I was sitting in a hospital waiting room wasting the last moments I had left.
The doctor was a small man. He was mildly distracted as he asked the usual questions till he took a look at the wound. A look of concern washed over his face and he started asking more detailed questions.
How did I get the wound, had I recently been traveling.
He examined the wound and the pain began again. I closed my eyes and tried not to scream. My throat got dry and I started coughing. I opened my eyes to see the doctor with a look of surprise calling over a nurse. He spoke a few quiet words to the nurse as I started coughing.
My wife grabbed my hand, her eyes reached my face for a moment and then she turned to the doctor a look of fear in her eyes.
The doctor had disappeared with the nurse, my wife tears in her eyes would not look at me. I began coughing again something tickled in the back of my throat.
I was paralyzed by violent coughing that wracked my entire form. With a final cough I managed to spit out the irritation it landed on my chest.
I looked down to see a bloody mass. It started to ooze down my shirt separating into orange, yellow and purple gore covered petals.
My wife looked up at my face and screamed.
The tearing got stronger, the fact that I was lying down was the only thing that prevented me from collapsing.
Then the world went black.
I awoke in a strange room. The doctor was standing over me his voice calm, but an edge of something touched each word.
They were going to do a scan and I would need to lay very still and not move. The pain in my cheek was intense. I asked for pain killers and the doctor said that he would organize something for me after the scan.
My pulse was burning my cheek each beat of my heart thundering in my head.
I coughed again and again gore and petals left my mouth.
What is happening to me?
I sat still till the scan finished. The doctor returned and would not let me up till the nurses brought a bed. I was taken from the scanner to a room and placed on a bed. I asked for my wife and was told by the nurses that she could see me after I had spoken to the doctor.
Friday comes and Friday goes,
On Friday he will scream and he will crawl,
He will wish Friday never came at all,
The doctor came back an hour later, he gave me a long look and then asked me about my family history and if twins were in my family.
I thought back to my family and told him that there was none that I could remember.
The pain returned again.
With a new coughing fit wracking my body.
I was at a raw edge.
I demanded to know what was happening to me.
The doctor looked like he was about to say something and then stopped and handed me a mirror.
With a shaking hand I looked at the reflection of my face.
The wound covered most of my cheek several lumps sat on my face. I couldn’t understand what I was seeing till the pain began and I saw that each lump was moving and then slowly got larger.
It was horrifying and mesmerizing at the same time. The doctor looked at me as I tried to understand what I was seeing and then with a moment of clarity. I understood.
I told the doctor not to admit my wife.
I knew I don’t know how but I knew. The lumps that I had seen growing on my face they were fingers. Fingers that belonged to a hand. A hand that was clawing it’s way out of my face.
Link to Episode Two
Link to Episode Three
Thursday Day 4
So much blood I can’t clean it all. Tomorrow is Friday. I have one day and I am trying to avoid blood and pain that threatens to wash me away.
I woke this morning with a stabbing pain in my cheek. My wife rolled over and then took one look at me and a look of concern painted her features. I looked down and saw a large blood stain on my pillow.
My cheek was burning I could feel my pulse thundering through my face.
Then I felt the pushing.
Oh my god the pushing, it was like my face was being ripped to shreds and my skin was being torn. It was an intense moment and then the pain stopped.
The giggling started again.
I could feel the bandage hanging loosely from my face. I staggered light headed to the bathroom and grabbed a large amount of gauze.
The wound was growing I could now see the lump clearly in the mirror it was white and discolored and a second lump was emerging to join the first. I could see on one edge was a hard line.
As I took the bandage off a piece of gore dropped from the wound onto the counter.
My wife came at my second call, the edge to my voice leaving her in no doubt at my concern.
We were in the hospital emergency room a few moments later.
My cheek was burning again and I tried to ignore the pain.
I looked over at the clock and watched the seconds tick by. Closer and closer to Friday.
The burning increased the tearing sensation returned as I screamed.
I didn’t want to touch the wound again the song still stuck in my head.
Friday comes and Friday goes,
On Friday he will scream and he will crawl,
He will wish Friday never came at all,
With that song in my head the pain subsided.
I sat trying to do anything to forget the time that was slipping away in that waiting room. I was trying to stop Friday, trying to escape a day that would come no matter what I do and I was sitting in a hospital waiting room wasting the last moments I had left.
The doctor was a small man. He was mildly distracted as he asked the usual questions till he took a look at the wound. A look of concern washed over his face and he started asking more detailed questions.
How did I get the wound, had I recently been traveling.
He examined the wound and the pain began again. I closed my eyes and tried not to scream. My throat got dry and I started coughing. I opened my eyes to see the doctor with a look of surprise calling over a nurse. He spoke a few quiet words to the nurse as I started coughing.
My wife grabbed my hand, her eyes reached my face for a moment and then she turned to the doctor a look of fear in her eyes.
The doctor had disappeared with the nurse, my wife tears in her eyes would not look at me. I began coughing again something tickled in the back of my throat.
I was paralyzed by violent coughing that wracked my entire form. With a final cough I managed to spit out the irritation it landed on my chest.
I looked down to see a bloody mass. It started to ooze down my shirt separating into orange, yellow and purple gore covered petals.
My wife looked up at my face and screamed.
The tearing got stronger, the fact that I was lying down was the only thing that prevented me from collapsing.
Then the world went black.
I awoke in a strange room. The doctor was standing over me his voice calm, but an edge of something touched each word.
They were going to do a scan and I would need to lay very still and not move. The pain in my cheek was intense. I asked for pain killers and the doctor said that he would organize something for me after the scan.
My pulse was burning my cheek each beat of my heart thundering in my head.
I coughed again and again gore and petals left my mouth.
What is happening to me?
I sat still till the scan finished. The doctor returned and would not let me up till the nurses brought a bed. I was taken from the scanner to a room and placed on a bed. I asked for my wife and was told by the nurses that she could see me after I had spoken to the doctor.
Friday comes and Friday goes,
On Friday he will scream and he will crawl,
He will wish Friday never came at all,
The doctor came back an hour later, he gave me a long look and then asked me about my family history and if twins were in my family.
I thought back to my family and told him that there was none that I could remember.
The pain returned again.
With a new coughing fit wracking my body.
I was at a raw edge.
I demanded to know what was happening to me.
The doctor looked like he was about to say something and then stopped and handed me a mirror.
With a shaking hand I looked at the reflection of my face.
The wound covered most of my cheek several lumps sat on my face. I couldn’t understand what I was seeing till the pain began and I saw that each lump was moving and then slowly got larger.
It was horrifying and mesmerizing at the same time. The doctor looked at me as I tried to understand what I was seeing and then with a moment of clarity. I understood.
I told the doctor not to admit my wife.
I knew I don’t know how but I knew. The lumps that I had seen growing on my face they were fingers. Fingers that belonged to a hand. A hand that was clawing it’s way out of my face.
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