Godless Monkey will be away on a photo expedition of Mexico, Central America and Columbia from March 19th to April 20th. I’m running some of my old stories in my absence for your enjoyment.
Blake could hear the sound a of siren, coming from exactly where he couldn’t say, but it seemed close as became aware of light gradually increasing in strength. He could hear a voice that seemed to giving instructions of some kind. As clarity continued to return he realized he was in an ambulance. He tried to sit up and a hand pressed him gently back down.
Gradually the pieces fell into place. He remembered. He wasn’t himself again. He was bound witness to some dreadful takeover of his very being. Then the pain. The horrible, unbearable pain just below his heart. A heart attack! He must have had one.
“There, there, you’re going to be alright. We’re taking you to the hospital. Your vital signs are irregular, you need to be under observation.”
The attendant spoke in soothing tones. Clipped and professional, but with a look of genuine caring in her eyes. Blake lay back and closed his eyes, not really wanting to deal with it all anymore. Perhaps the hospital could get to the bottom of it. As he went under again he was idly wondering if his MRI results had come through.
He awoke a couple of hours later to find his doctor standing at the end of the bed reading his chart. He smiled when he noticed Blake looking at him but it was a worried smile all the same and Blake could tell.
“Hey doc, what’s up? You’ve got something to tell me, I see.”
The doctor pursed his lips.
“How are you feeling Blake? You gave the people at the Salvation Army quite a fright.”
“I’ve been better doc. It happened again. Something took me over…I don’t know how to explain it. I wasn’t myself. Then there was this horrible pain…did I have a heart attack?”
“Well, no. We’re not sure just yet exactly what did happen. But Blake, we need to talk about your MRI. I got the scans back. I’m afraid we’re going to have to give it another go, something must have happened with the machine. Either that or you moved during the scan, but the technician says you didn’t, so we don’t really get it.”
“What do you mean, doc?”
The doctor looked down and seemed to consider a moment before answering.
“There was some sort of shadow in the scans, Blake. Almost like a second image of you, only…well, it wasn’t quite the same. So we don’t really understand. But given what’s happened today we’re going to run a battery of tests first, then do another scan. I’m afraid you’re going to be here a few days. You’ll want to call your employer. I’ll leave you to it. I’ll be in touch tomorrow. You’re in good hands here, Blake. We’ll get to the bottom of this, we’ll get you well.”
With that he left, seeming almost relieved to be going. Blake lay back and tried to get his mind around what was happening to him. Several days in the hospital. That wasn’t going to go down well, but it couldn’t be helped. He couldn’t help wondering when the next “attack” was going to come. He fought down the dread as best he could but he knew whatever was happening to him was happening faster now. He needed answers, and he needed them quick.
He reached for the phone and dialled an outside line.