6:30AM
“And thus marks the end of my 13,734th attempt to complete the mission, and your first attempt to complete the mission.” Arthur explained to a screaming James as the blood crept across the blue tile floor.
The tall woman left the room.
“GOD FUCKING DAMMIT, JESUS, SHE FUCKING SHOT US,” James screamed in agony writhing around on the floor. The nurse, that’s it, he had to push the button to send for a nurse. This was a hospital after all, surely no one dies of gunshot wounds in hospitals.
He looked towards the bed frantically and spotted the red button behind the bedframe. “HOLY FUCKING CHRIST” he continued to exclaim as he dragged himself across the floor towards the opposite wall. All he had to do was make it that last few feet to the attendant button, which looked like it had a reassuring light within the button, as if the button itself would become his red beacon of hope once he had pushed it.
Arthur looked across the room at the messy trail and writhing man on the other side of the room. His last breath was once again a sigh.
“FUCK, ARTHUR, ARE YOU DEAD? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON.” James frantically struggled to the button, hand outstretched, and pushed it. The light never came on, no one had checked to make certain the long term coma patient’s attendant call button was working. James died in agony at 6:35AM.
4:46 AM, He woke up: the numbers on the old LCD display slowly came into focus. The hospital room smelled as clean as it always had. White sheets, white curtains, and a neatly made white bed. Trembling, he sat up and ran his hand across his face, opened his patient’s gown and felt his chest.
“I need to get out of here” he thought, jumping up and changing out of his gown.
