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MEME FOR PRESIDENT! [17. Disaster Girl]
Author:novel_machinist
Story: Safe Places
Prompt/Challenge:Vote Meme! [17. Disaster Girl]
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 658
Warnings: Mentions of blood and death, but not gory.
Notes: This is for a challenge I'm giving myself on my website, one spooky story a day till Halloween. Feel free to play along!! :D
Hospitals are very interesting places for the supernatural. My primary responsibility was fixing medical equipment and handling all hours emergencies. That means I'm around all hours. Despite all the hauntings people expect, no one really wants an extended stay in the hospital and the dead don't stay places where they don't feel a strong connection. We keep it going all hours though. I'm not a nurse or a doctor so I get to wander the whole expanse. I know every nook and cranny of this place.
It's outside the hospital that you need to worry about. There's a dangerous circle around this building. It's as old as the city itself is, almost as old as this building. It gravitates towards loss and sadness. The strength of the hospital keeps it at bay. The reason your hair pricks up on the back of your neck when you're visiting a loved one isn't fear of the inside. You know instinctively what's hissing about the building's heels.
I like to walk this campus; I feel her security. It's many years old and still has some of the original parts. There's a copper water basin that used to collect rain water and the hayloft for the ambulatory horses is still intact for the most part. I love to run my hands over bricks that are lifetimes old and breathe her fortifications. It's a habit of mine, a patrol if you will.
We're not in the best part of town, even though it was the first. There are drug addicts, people who well around the building in that grasping, hungry, darkness. It gets into their bellies, I think. We bring them in and hold them close, but then there's the matter of seeing them onto the right bus home.
One morning, hours before dawn would break I was handling a problem in the MCICU. Once it was done I went off on my patrol. It was quiet, nothing was out of the ordinary till a I saw a young woman sobbing at the bus stop.
"No one is talking to me" she choked out, her eyes were dark, pretty. She had a mass of tight curly black hair. Her sepia colored cheeks were darkening redder with her desperation.
I sat beside her and put my hand next to hers. I don't want to touch people unless they welcome it. "I'm here," was all I needed to say before she rounded to face me.
"I just had a baby." She sobbed and rubbed at her nose with the back of her hand. "And-and I need to get home."
I put my hand on her back and nodded. "You want to take the 10H."
"That's not my bus." She whimpered. "I thought I should take the L, but it's... I couldn't get on it, It's been by three times and I can't get on it." She gulped. "I want to stay with my baby."
"10H. Trust me." As if I'd summoned it, the bus slid to a stop before the bus shelter. With my help she slowly stood and boarded the bus. "Don't look down." I'm always as gentle as I can be. "You'll get disoriented again."
By the time she got on the bus she looked more secure. Her smile was bright. She waved meekly at me before she eased herself down the line. The bus driver and I shared a nod before he had to be on his way.
The blood that I was standing it was staining the bottom of my seafoam green scrub pants. I'm glad she never saw it. If she had she may have been stuck in the loop for longer, gotten on that L bus. It sped past me on the heels of the 10H like it's done for decades. I flip it off and get back to what I've always done.
I'm no angel, but the dead do a good job of keeping some places safe.
novel_machinistStory: Safe Places
Prompt/Challenge:Vote Meme! [17. Disaster Girl]
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 658
Warnings: Mentions of blood and death, but not gory.
Notes: This is for a challenge I'm giving myself on my website, one spooky story a day till Halloween. Feel free to play along!! :D
Hospitals are very interesting places for the supernatural. My primary responsibility was fixing medical equipment and handling all hours emergencies. That means I'm around all hours. Despite all the hauntings people expect, no one really wants an extended stay in the hospital and the dead don't stay places where they don't feel a strong connection. We keep it going all hours though. I'm not a nurse or a doctor so I get to wander the whole expanse. I know every nook and cranny of this place.
It's outside the hospital that you need to worry about. There's a dangerous circle around this building. It's as old as the city itself is, almost as old as this building. It gravitates towards loss and sadness. The strength of the hospital keeps it at bay. The reason your hair pricks up on the back of your neck when you're visiting a loved one isn't fear of the inside. You know instinctively what's hissing about the building's heels.
I like to walk this campus; I feel her security. It's many years old and still has some of the original parts. There's a copper water basin that used to collect rain water and the hayloft for the ambulatory horses is still intact for the most part. I love to run my hands over bricks that are lifetimes old and breathe her fortifications. It's a habit of mine, a patrol if you will.
We're not in the best part of town, even though it was the first. There are drug addicts, people who well around the building in that grasping, hungry, darkness. It gets into their bellies, I think. We bring them in and hold them close, but then there's the matter of seeing them onto the right bus home.
One morning, hours before dawn would break I was handling a problem in the MCICU. Once it was done I went off on my patrol. It was quiet, nothing was out of the ordinary till a I saw a young woman sobbing at the bus stop.
"No one is talking to me" she choked out, her eyes were dark, pretty. She had a mass of tight curly black hair. Her sepia colored cheeks were darkening redder with her desperation.
I sat beside her and put my hand next to hers. I don't want to touch people unless they welcome it. "I'm here," was all I needed to say before she rounded to face me.
"I just had a baby." She sobbed and rubbed at her nose with the back of her hand. "And-and I need to get home."
I put my hand on her back and nodded. "You want to take the 10H."
"That's not my bus." She whimpered. "I thought I should take the L, but it's... I couldn't get on it, It's been by three times and I can't get on it." She gulped. "I want to stay with my baby."
"10H. Trust me." As if I'd summoned it, the bus slid to a stop before the bus shelter. With my help she slowly stood and boarded the bus. "Don't look down." I'm always as gentle as I can be. "You'll get disoriented again."
By the time she got on the bus she looked more secure. Her smile was bright. She waved meekly at me before she eased herself down the line. The bus driver and I shared a nod before he had to be on his way.
The blood that I was standing it was staining the bottom of my seafoam green scrub pants. I'm glad she never saw it. If she had she may have been stuck in the loop for longer, gotten on that L bus. It sped past me on the heels of the 10H like it's done for decades. I flip it off and get back to what I've always done.
I'm no angel, but the dead do a good job of keeping some places safe.
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