Post by StoryGirl83 on Dec 25, 2013 14:01:55 GMT -5
Chapter Twenty-Seven - Say Good-Bye, Wyatt
with a Doctor and a Nurse
with a Doctor and a Nurse
10:42 AM (1:42 PM in Assateague)
The sound of a machine flat lining filled the air as a doctor rushed into the room. She glanced at the screen as a nurse entered the room after her. "I need a crash cart, stat," she ordered him.
"But she was stage five," the confused nurse reminded her.
"That doesn't mean we don't try," the doctor snapped. "I want that crash cart, now." As soon as he ran out of the room, she picked up the patient’s chart and looked at it. Despite her words a moment earlier, in a whispered voice she said, "I'm sorry, Olivia Tunnels, that we couldn't save you."
Wyatt's eyes snapped open in panic. "Olivia," he mumbled in a pained voice as he looked around trying to orient himself. Realizing he was in his own room at his apartment, he flung off the covers and swung his legs off the bed. He grabbed a pair of sandals off the ground and as soon as he could shove his feet into them, he orbed out toward the source of his distress.
A moment later he found himself in an empty hospital room. He looked toward the bed and say that there did appear to be a body on it, but a sheet was pulled all the way over it. He took a step towards the bed.
"Wyatt?"
He spun around and looked with stunned eyes into the equally stunned eyes of his co-worker. "Olivia."
"You just appeared," Olivia stated. "All those lights flickering around you," she waved her arm in his general direction. "How?"
"I . . . " Wyatt glanced toward the bed. "Who . . ?"
"Oh, that's me," she admitted. "They wanted me to go toward some light, but I didn't want to. It scared me."
"It's perfectly safe," Wyatt informed her.
"Oh?" she looked at him skeptically. "And how many times have you died?"
"None, that anyone's mentioned," he replied looking at her in confusion. "You're a ghost?"
"I guess," she admitted, "but you're the first one to see me. Why's that?"
"I . . ." he stared at her. "I'm a witch." It didn't really matter now. She couldn't really tell anyone.
She raised an eyebrow and shook her head. "Uh, uh. Wrong gender."
He shook his head. "No."
"Are you sure?"
"Olivia, remember at the museum you wanted to know what I was hidden that one day when we tried to kill each other?"
Olivia shrugged.
"This," he waved his arm around," is what my family deals with on a regular basis, although usually not on this large of a scale. Still want to know what happened that day?"
She shook her head. "No really. Doesn't seem to matter anymore."
"Yeah," he agreed. "No kidding."
"What's on the other side of the light?" she wanted to know.
"People who've died," he told her. "You'll be able to find people you know. It's safe I promise."
She sighed.
"I'm sorry," he offered.
"What could you have done?" she asked surprised.
"Found a cure sooner."
"Found one yet?" she asked skeptically.
"Not that I know of," he admitted.
"When you find one," she began hesitantly. "Help my brother."
"Your brother?" Wyatt looked at her surprised. He didn't know she'd had one. He wondered how much he'd really known about Olivia, how much he really knew about any of his co-workers.
She nodded. "He started getting sick only a few hours after I did, so I don't even know if he's still alive, but if he is . . ."
"If he is, I'll help him," Wyatt promised.
"Some vacation, huh?" she mumbled. "I can't even say good-bye."
"Well, I can pass messages to Andrew and Nathan," he offered.
"They know?" she asked surprised. "Never mind. Of course they know. That day at the museum. I'm probably the only one who doesn't know what happened, aren't I?"
He shook his head. "Only Nathan found out that day. Andrew already knew and no one else there knows."
"Oh," she looked down at her feet. "So the light's really not bad?"
"It's safe," he assured her. "What's your brother's name, Olivia?"
"Colin Tunnels," she told him quickly. "Room 411B last I knew, but that was the third room they had him in, so he could have moved."
"I'll find out," he assured her. "I'll do what I can, Olivia."
"Thank you," she whispered, but her eyes were glazed and she was starting to actually look like a ghost. And then she was gone.
Wyatt exhaled slowly and looked at the body on the bed. "I'm sorry, Olivia."