Post by StoryGirl83 on Aug 27, 2008 19:11:50 GMT -5
Chapter Two – Strange Illnesses and Missing Memories
Fifteen minutes later Wyatt walked into the information area of the hospital. He was dressed in hospital garb. He walked up to the counter where Julia Knepp, the receptionist was on the phone. Leaning against the counter was Trae, the beautiful demon from the back of the demonic meeting in the underworld. She is dressed in similar attire to Wyatt. Wyatt glanced at her as he reached the counter, but otherwise he ignored her.
She put on her best smile and turned to him. “Hi, I’m Trae.”
Wyatt turned back to look at her. There was something about her that made him uncomfortable, but his mom raised him to be polite. “Wyatt. Nice to meet you, Trae.”
Trae held out her hand for him to shake. Wyatt looked at her hand and grabbed it with his, shaking it. “Been here long?”
Trae released his hand and gave him a fake smile. “No, second day.” Trae turned and walked away a look of annoyance on her face. Under her breath she mutters. “Pity. I would have liked to have him.”
Wyatt frowned as he watched her, not sure why she bothered him. Deciding to ignore it as unimportant he turned to look at Julia and smiled. “Hey, Julia. Do you have a list for me?”
Julia looked up and smiled. “Hi, Wyatt. You sure are happy today.”
Wyatt gave her an easy grin. “Just a good morning with my brother.”
Julia pulled a stack of papers and started flipping through them until she finds one with his name on it. She pulled it out and handed it to Wyatt. “Hope this helps.”
Wyatt smiled and looked down at the paper. He looked back up at Julia. “Thank you Julia.” Wyatt walked away.
About the same time Chris stood in front of a building. There was a look of disbelief on his face. He looked down at the paper in his hand and backed up at the building. He sighed, folded the paper up, and put it into his pocket. David Vandemark, a young man around his age is heading his way.
Chris didn’t see David, instead he continued to look at the building. To himself he said, “I work here.”
David answered him. “Not only do you work here, but when the boss is gone, you practically run the place. I heard you were sick, but are you okay? The assistant manager doesn’t usually forget where he works.”
Chris looked at him. There was no recognition in Chris’ eyes though it was obvious that he should have known who this was. “I was really bad. I’m doing better now.”
“What happened?” David wanted to know.
Chris hesitated before he answered. “I’d rather not discuss it.”
With a shrug of his shoulders, David dismissed it. “Your choice. You coming inside?”
Chris sighed and headed inside through the glass doors. David followed him inside the building.
Back at the hospital, several hours later Wyatt was walking down the hallway when some people in docotr’s clothes came up from behind him and rushed passed. He turned to Helen Hensley, a nurse, standing out of their way with a cart full of hospital food. She is facing the direction the doctors came from.
“Helen, what’s going on?” Wyatt asked her. “That’s the third time they’ve passed me in a hurry. I thought the patents in this ward weren’t serious.”
In front of them the doctors that passed them entered a nearby room.
Helen sighed. “Several patients have gone into comas. Their bodies are there still working, but it’s like the life, who they are, is gone. I think this one makes eight.”
“That’s awful,” Wyatt told her concerned. “Do they know what’s causing it?”
Helen shook her head. “Sorry, that’s all I know.”
Wyatt nodded wearily. “Thanks, Helen. I’ll let you go.”
Helen pushed the cart in the direction that the doctors came from. Wyatt walked away in the opposite direction toward the room he saw the doctors enter. As he neared the room the two doctors exited. As they walked away from the room, they talked.
The first doctor was shaking his head. “Just like the others. Such a shame.”
The other doctor sighed. “His chart said that he was going home tomorrow. Now, we tell his wife what?”
“The same as we told the others,” the first doctor said resigned. “That we will do everything we can, but it doesn’t look good.”
The doctors walked out of hearing range. Wyatt looked at the door and walked in. Inside he found a man lying in a bead. The heart monitor attached to him was steady. He was breathing steadily. Wyatt got closer and looked at him. His eyes were opened, but glazed over. Wyatt held his hands over the man attempting to heal him. When it didn’t work he looked at his hands in frustration. “I’m sorry. I hope for both our sakes this is natural, but if I can fix it, I will.” Wyatt looked at his hands and at the man, again. “That should have worked.” Wyatt looked down at the man for a moment more. Then he left his side and exited the room.