III YOU’RE HIRED!
Morning comes, the incessant buzzing and the
irritating, bubbly voice of a local radio station host, issues from the alarm,
it awakens Jade. She reaches over
blindly, punching for the snooze button, missing it all together the first time. Before the second try, she opens one eye just
enough to see where the snooze button is, before trying to press it down. She face plants into the pillow; her muffled
words,
Jade remains on her stomach with face still
planted. She relishes the silence,
knowing that in five-minutes, the noise will return. Jade must get up, because today is her
long-awaited final interview. Jade gets
up and at a snail's pace, walks out of the bedroom, into the kitchen. She draws up the shade, sees the sun and
thinks,
“Jade, why do you make these morning appointments;
you know you’re not a morning person!”
Jade shakes her head in dislocated wonder and turns
away from the window. She gets lost in
daydream, while she pours water into the coffee machine reservoir. While brushing her teeth, still in a mental
fog, Jade looks deep into her intense eyes,
“Well at least I don’t look like I pulled an
all-nighter!”
She reaches into the shower, turns on the water
and lets it run warmer than normal. Jade
takes longer than usual to shower today, bothered by thoughts of all that
blood; she wants to wash it away, along with the dream. She turns off the water and stands in
silence; the only sound is the dripping of the facecloth.
“No blood--cool!”
She reaches for the towel hanging behind the door
and dries herself off slowly as if surveying damage.
“--no cuts--even better!”
Jade squeezes the water from her hair in the towel
while walking into the kitchen for her favorite thing in the world. That first sip, the first sip of coffee to
start the day. She retreats towards the
bedroom, coffee in one hand, towel in the other. Jade stands, looking down at the previous
nights purchase, pondering the temptation to wear them under her business
attire.
“Who’s gonna see ‘em, the chick in HR? I’m sure she’ll get all sorts of turned on;
right!”
The ponder takes longer than it should. She shakes her head to herself,
“Jade, there’s plenty of time to feel sexy, some other
day.
“Some hunk can get a good look--
before your clothes fly off!”
Jade reaches into the closet, pulls out a skirt
and blouse, deciding they work together.
She dresses quickly, walks to the mirror and puts in her favorite gold
ring earrings. She’s naturally pretty
and usually never wears make-up; but today, because it’s the very important final
interview, she opts for a quick swipe of eyeliner and clear gloss for the lips,
a tiny dab of perfume; looks herself over quickly and says out loud,
“Oh
Jade you look stunning, you--look--simply mahhhhvelus!”
She giggles to herself and goes out the door, down
the stairs, out to the sunshine filled morning.
She walks over to the red Magnum® and sits inside, Jade starts the
powerful Hemi® V-8 engine; it rumbles to life.
While the engine idles, she looks around to make sure everything is as
it should be; yes we did say she could be anal; right. Jade turns on the navigator and sets her
course for Salem City Hospital; it tells her the trip is twenty-five minutes,
door-to-door. Jade drives
to the end of
Mill Street and turns left onto Washington, follows Washington to the
intersection of Mishuwam Road and merges onto route 128 northbound. This is
not one of her favorite highways because the road can be congested at
strange times of the day, sometimes for no apparent reason. Occasionally, it’s because of rubbernecked
drivers looking at an accident scene on the opposing direction roadway, slowing
the whole procession down. To this day, Jade
cannot understand why the high speed travel lane on the Massachusetts highways
come to a screeching halt. The sudden
halts are what cause more accidents than in other states. To her thinking, it’s what she feels is the
idiotic and morbid curiosity of drivers looking onto the other side of the
highway instead of paying attention to the road in front of them. In every instance, bar none, there’s a narrow
escape, Jade thinks to herself,
“Idiots--that’s why my insurance premiums are so
much more here than back home; these drivers are imbeciles!”
Followed by her saying aloud to the empty car.
“Man I’m glad for the third shift, no
traffic!”
She arrives at the hospital and drives around the
parking lot looking for a place to park; the lots pretty full today. Finally, finding a spot out in the boondocks,
Jade parks and walks towards the entrance of the hospital. She enters through the revolving door as the
sign requests and approaches the information desk. There is a woman, who looks to be about
eighty, dressed in a red volunteer jacket with the cuffs folded over and rolled
up; the sleeves about 6 inches too long.
The old woman has hair with a bluish hue; I believe they still call
these people blue hairs. The lenses of her glasses are extremely
thick, making the eyes look four times larger than they actually are.
She’s one of those aged people whose eyes seem as if they are looking through you.
Jade notices the old
woman’s nametag; it reads:
Hello, my name is:
HELGA
How may I help you today?
|
Helga
looks up and smiles as Jade walks towards her.
In a somewhat pressured speech,
“Hello dear, how may I help you today. Oh, I love your blouse! It’s so unusual. Did you buy that here?”
Jade smiles back,
“No--Helga--I didn’t. I bought it in Pennsylvania when I lived
there. Helga, tell me please, where is
HR?”
Helga continues the conversation with herself.
“Oh Pennsylvania is a nice place to live, I had
relatives that lived down there; in the sixty’s of course. They had a wonderful home in the country. They had farm animals, chickens and such--course
they’re long since dead--but I remember it well! Oh--sorry dear, I’m off on a whirly again. So, Personnel is down the hall behind me
here, and take the second left, and it’s the third door on the right; or is it
the fourth. Anyway, you can’t miss the
big sign. Got all that; want me to write
it down for you dear?”
Jade ’s chuckle becomes a guffaw,
“Helga, you are
a dear; no I think I can find it just fine.
I still have my wits about
me!”
Helga smiles and leans in to speak softly to Jade . Her hand rests on Jade ’s forearm,
“--covered in blood!”
She
recoils as if static-shocked. She looks at
Jade with a bemused expression.
“Are you here for a job dear? This is a great little place to work. My grand kids work here and a couple nieces
and nephews too. Of course, you’ll find
all of that out when you come to work here.
One of them works in the lab and takes samples so when you go to get
your pre-employment lab work done you’ll meet her!”
She looks off in the distance, as if trying to
recollect her train of thought, blinks, then focuses back on Jade .
“Her name is Victorea but she wants everyone to call her Vic. She’s such a nice girl and her friend Hillarea,
gosh-dang, she is too! She’s such a pretty girl, all the single boys
drool over her! Her and Vic is a
beautiful couple, so in love; inseparable
them two are! You’d think they be joined
at the hip! Course, at times, I know
they are, but that’s another story!”
She smiles and her dentures show the excess of
cement just at the gum-line; she continues, again, trailing off absently.
“Course, I don’t like the idea of all them
piercings she has. Honestly, kids these
days. Why do they want to mark
themselves all up with tattoos and such?
Vic has one of those star things; I forget what you call them, with a
circle around it stuck right through there on her chest!”
“Do you mean a pentacle Helga?”
“Yes! That’s
right dear. That’s what they call them? Why on earth would you want one of those piercings
stuck on your body? Isn’t the woman’s
chest a sacred place?”
“Well, some kids are into witch-craft and like
them. It’s the thing in a town like Salem!”
“Well isn’t that nice. Well dear, what did you say your name is
again?”
“Oh Helga, forgive me, I never told you my name;
it’s Jade Kierkierwitsky.”
Helga smiles,
“Well Jade Kerrr caa--wiza--! Whatever--can I call you Jade K for short? Is that a Russian name?”
“Its Polish Helga, my father is from Poland. A lot of the Polish people settled in
Pennsylvania back in the day.”
Helga smiles,
“Well isn’t
that nice, Ms. K. I’ve held you up long enough! Miss Jade you best gets a move on so’s you’re
not late for that appointment. The
lady’s name up there for HR is Felicia. She’s
a dear, too. She’s from the Virgin
Islands.”
“Thank you Helga I’m sure I’ll see you on the way
out!”
They wave good-bye to each other. Helga thinks to herself,
“What a pretty girl, but that was a strange little
shock I got. Hope it didn’t do anything
to my pace-maker!”
She goes back to her crossword puzzle. Jade walks past the information desk to
continue down the long hallway, turns left at the second passageway as Helga
advised. Ahh yes, the sign Jade is looking for:
H U M A N R E S O U R C E S
|
She can see
through the glass door, an African-American woman seated at a desk. From behind the desk, she looks like a short,
plump woman. Felicia is actually five-foot
eleven-inches, and with the shoes she has on today, when she stands, she will
be over six-feet tall. Strips of braids
about a half-inch wide adorn her hair, going from front to back; the braids go
past her shoulders. Each strip has
colored beads in the midst of the braid; quite pretty. She has high cheekbones with slightly
flattened nose, and face a little on the wide side. Her lips are thinner than what you would
expect for her ethnicity, and with the choice of lipstick, they are strikingly
pretty; as are her piercing grey eyes, it’s obvious she wears colored contact
lenses. You can tell this woman is no
stranger to beauty secrets. The
charcoal-grey, mid-sleeve, long dress fits her well. The neckline is meant to be open just enough
to accent her abundance, but not look inappropriate. Likewise the slits show just enough leg to
make it eye catching while still being business-like. Her torso seems to be a little out of
proportion with the legs that support it.
There is some mottling and jiggle on her exposed arms from lack of
muscle tone.
Felicia is moving around, shuffling papers, and
opening and closing drawers; filing papers away. She looks busy, not the kind of busy that
someone who is trying to hide from their boss there is no work to do kind of busy. Jade opens the door and smiles as she walks
in.
“Hi--Felicia is it?”
The woman looks up and says in a long misplaced
southern accent, while pointing into the air.
“Umm--you muuuust be Jade --ahhh--Jade Kierkierwitsky--did
I pronounce that correctly?”
“That’s perfect Felicia. Thank you.
I’m very pleased to meet you!”
Jade extends her hand simultaneously with her. Felicia feels a minute current flow through
her with a reverie of,
“--bloody stumps of hands and
feet.
Hundreds of gashes cover the
face!”
Felicia’s
eyes flash a quick visual of Jade ’s body; all present and accounted for. Her brow twitches for but a millisecond; a
casual observer would think Jade shook Felicia’s hand to forcefully. Felicia says to herself,
“Wow!
That’s freaky! I’ve never gotten that from anyone before!”
“Come, sit
over here next to me Jade and tell me all about yourself. Nothing like puttin’ you on the spot as soon
as you walk in, right? I’m only kidding
of course. So, I wanted to start out by
saying I got all your documents from the email Boston sent me. And, I see you took the time to fill out the
application on line. Perfect. I had ample time to check you out as they say, with all the previous employers and such. You do
come highly recommended--so I ask you--why on earth do you want to work for
such a rinky-dink operation like this?”
Felicia
studies Jade ’s face.
“Jade, you’re a monumentally venerated radiologist,
published, and known everywhere; why Salem?”
Well there don’t seem to be any healed cuts on
this chicks face. Wow! Very freaky!”
Felicia continues,
“There are so many partner hospitals downtown that
could use your talent, why Salem?”
The preceding scene takes less than a second to
pass,
“Felicia,
Salem City is not that small of a hospital.
Maybe it is compared to the ones downtown but this particular one is
part of the City Network so it’s got huge financial backing. I’m just looking to get out of the limelight
and enjoy life a bit! I’m not in this to
become a millionaire anymore.”
Felicia clucks,
“Jade, I half expected that kind of reply from you. Your old peer Jack says you’re a real cracker
jack and always do your research before venturing out; no matter what the
endeavor! You did your homework on us
too. I bet you even walked around the
hospital a bit before y’all decided to apply here too, didn’t you?”
Felicia pats Jade ’s arm,
“--follow
the bloody footprints! Footprints? Again!”
Felicia smiles a pained politician’s smile. Jade continues; she too wears a slightly
confused expression.
“Yes, matter of fact I did. I stopped into the department and asked the
girls and guys all my questions. I
talked to a guy named Peter, about what I like to do on my off shifts, and he
told me that by far the best shift for me to work would be the graveyard shift. He says the differential for that shift is like
being rewarded by the Gods!”
Felicia laughs bellicosely,
“Yup, sounds like Pete! Jade, with all that bein’ said, I’ve been
authorized by Network to offer you the position. And to make things even sweeter, the salary
and perks will be better than you have researched. I have to keep the upper hand somehow don’t I? You see, I had you hired before you even got
here today. This meeting is just a
formality to say hello and welcome you aboard.
The staff in the NMD already says they like you from your visit, and
your paper trail did the rest; so, what day are you starting this week?”
“This week?
That’s awesome! I just need to
check a few things before I can give you the exact day for this week. It’s the first shift to start, for training, right?”
Felicia grins,
“Yup! That’s
right sweetie; now remember when you start on nights, you’ll have to pack a
lunch; they pull in the streets around here after midnight so you can’t go
wondering around town looking for dinner or breakfast or whatever you graveyard
folks seek!”
“Those braids are gorgeous! Are they extensions?”
While grabbing a fistful of braids, Felicia says
“Noooo, baby they are all my hair!”
She adds thoughtfully,
“It costs a small fortune to get it done, but I
love it like this. It’s pretty easy to
care for it like this. I usually get my
nails done the same time I have them touch this up. There’s a great little place in Lynn I go to
on Western Avenue. I’ll show it to you sometime.”
“Yes, you’re going to have to show me. I can get lost in a paper bag, so I know I
will around here without your able guidance!”
Felicia laughs,
“Ya, I got lost a lot when I first moved to the
area, too. It’s all right though. You learn quickly, especially when you gotta
be somewhere! Good thing about Lynn is
that all the side streets end on one of two main streets so you can’t ever
really get lost; you just gotta put up with those alternating one way streets! Now Salem
on the other hand, is very confusing. Especially
up to the Witchcraft Heights area. Gads,
those streets run around in circles! I’m
surprised the witches didn’t get dizzy flying around up there in the old days;
I know I would have! But, I’m sure you
know there are no flying witches--as far as we know; one never knows
though!”
Jade laughs at Felicia's way with words,
“Felicia, you are such a character; I love it!”
“Why thank you dear! OK! Now,
back to biz! Jade, you’re going to have
to take all this paper work to employee health so they can swear you in. Mrs. C will take care of all that stuff. She's a real sweetheart. When you’re done with her, you’ll walk over
to the lab to get your blood work done. The
kids up there are cool, too. You should expect head banging music playing
in the background. Don’t let that throw you;
they’re still really good, responsible kids.
One of them, Vic, has a pentacle stuck on her upper chest; she likes to
show it off so you can’t miss it. She’s
related to Helga, who I’m sure you met. Helga
is a great old lady. Stay friendly with
her and she’ll bend over backwards for you.
That will come in handy when the snow flies. She knows everyone and talks to everyone and
she’ll have some guy cleaning your car off before you get to it!”
Jade lets out a short giggle,
“Nice, very nice!”
“Thought you’d like that!”
Felicia hands Jade some forms and walks to the
door with her.
“--shirt, drenched in blood! Where is this shirt from? I wasn’t wearing anything--before!”
Felicia opens the door; she again wears that
momentarily confused expression. She steps
out into the hallway, Jade in tow.
“Jade, come to think of it, I’ll walk you over to
see Mrs. C; I want to say hi to her
anyway.”
“Oh! That
would be great, thanks!”
Felicia leads Jade down a hall to the left of
Human Resources, they cross the hallway she used when going in to see Felicia. They continue down a corridor, their shoes
echoing loudly with each footfall. The
echo makes it difficult to speak, little conversation passes between them,
therefore. When they turn off this
corridor, the echoes stop, making it easy to converse again. As they pass by the elevator banks, there are
a few employees waiting, holding food trays or cups of coffee. They all greet Felicia and nod at Jade, in
acknowledgement of her presence.
The smell of food fills the hallway; it’s becoming
apparent they are approaching the cafeteria.
Passing by the cafeteria opening, several people can be seen eating or
talking and laughing or reading the paper or yakking away on cell phones. Yes, cell phones, the omnipresent cell phone.
“Awesome breakfast here, especially the triple
by-pass sandwich, one of my favorites. If
you’re hungry after all your paper work’s done, you can stop in here and grab a
bite. Do you like breakfast?”
“I love breakfast!
I could eat it all day long!”
Felicia chuckles,
“Well I‘d like to know where you put it! There ain’t an ounce of fat on you! You really take good care of yourself, and it
shows! I bet it won’t be long before I’m
hearing about you gettin’ hitched to one of our young, single eligible doctors running around here!”
Jade looks at Felicia with wide eyes,
“Oh no Felicia--not that--I’m too young to do that!
What would mother say?!”
They laugh heartily at each other’s wit while still
continuing the trek to Employee Health.
The physical
They arrive at the health office and walk in; Mrs. Constantinopolis is seated at a cluttered L-shaped
desk. She looks up and says through a
smile,
“Felicia! Hey
girlfriend! How are you? And whom
do we have here? Another fresh guinea
pig to suffer the throes of Salem City Hospital?”
Mrs. Constantinopolis,
everyone calls her Mrs. C, is nearly five-foot two-inches tall with about
thirty pounds of too much good living on her body. She has brown hair, auburn highlights and a
little grey flecked throughout. She
looks about forty-five years old, yet is actually fifty-three; time has been
kind to her, so has her favorite hair coloring solution.
She has a full and round, friendly face with
unremarkable features. Mrs. C has thick
black eyebrows and a slight Mediterranean hirsute. She is wearing a pair of green OR scrubs with
a flowered-print nurse’s cover-up. She
has half-moon, pink reading classes hanging around her neck held by a
clear-plastic beaded chain.
Her desk is littered with medical files and she
appears to have been working on one, as there is a file open on her desk. Mrs. C is holding a red and black pen that
has been taped together with white paper tape so that the tips oppose each
other; common nursing practice. Her
computer screen has pictures of her grandchildren scrolling across in a random
slideshow. On the wall directly behind
her desk is a poster of Athens Greece. On
the wall to the left is a poster of the Acropolis, in Greece. On the wall to the right, on either side of
the door leading to the examination room, are a few medical reference charts
and notices from the hospital administration; also, with white paper tape
holding them there. One of the notices
has information about an upcoming inspection of medical charts. The notice is responsible for the pile of
charts on the desk. Felicia motions with
her head to the pile of charts behind Mrs. C, and remarks,
“Joint Commission?”
Mrs. C half turns to look at the pile on her desk
and says with a bit of a sardonic laugh in her voice,
“Yup, the bane of my existence! Why can’t those blokes find somewhere else to
smoke their joints?”
The trio laugh, Felicia regains her professional
demeanor, the other two, follow suit.
“Well Mrs. C, this here is Jade Kierkierwitsky,
our new Chief of Radiology. She comes to
us all the way from Pennsylvania, and we’d like to get her all tested up and
ready to go, so she can get to work and maybe control that unruly bunch from
third shift!”
Jade looks at Felicia with a big smile, Mrs. C chuckles,
and nods in agreement with Felicia's statement.
She leans into Jade,
“I hope you know what you got yourself into, dear!”
The trio laughs again,
“Okay! Jade
I’ll leave you in the capable hands of Mrs.
C.”
She reaches for Jade ’s hand; as she shakes it, a
faint odor graces her nostrils.
“--the odor of
cedar and pine oil--”
Felicia’s
brow twitches again from the reverie. Felicia
looks at Mrs. C to catch her attention,
“Oh, and ‘Pina, you gonna be there tonight?”
Mrs. C makes a single nod and replies,
“Wouldn’t miss it for all the tea in China!”
“OK! Cool. I’ll see ya then.”
Felicia turns away and walks out the door. Mrs. C focuses her eyes on Jade .
“Well, let’s get your exam going hun because
you’ll need to get some lab work done, too.
Come break time, it’s like a ghost town up there and you’ll end up
waitin’ a bit longer than you’d like; so let’s hustle a bit!”
Mrs. C goes into the exam room, and returns with a
hospital Johnny. When she hands it off to
Jade, the projection of--
“--chunks of charred skin!
Jagged sinew in place of the hands!”
--runs
through Mrs. C. She speaks a little
slower than normal.
“Okay hun, go in there and strip down to your
undies; get this on and just open the door a little to let me know when you’re
ready.”
Jade goes into the exam room and puts on the jonnie. She looks around the room quickly before
walking to the door. The room smells
faintly of peroxide. She opens the door
a little,
“All set!”
Mrs. C enters the room and motions for Jade to sit
on the exam-room table covered with stiff white paper from a roll at one end. She puts a thermometer in Jade’s mouth and
proceeds to wrap a blood pressure cuff around her right arm. As she does so, another brief reverie from Jade
’s dream is projected,
“Blood drips from the pyre
onto the floor in a steady
stream.”
Mrs. C hesitates a moment and looks up at Jade before
pumping up the cuff. She’s still looking
into Jade ’s eyes as she places the stethoscope and listens intently while
releasing the air pressure slowly. She looks
away from Jade long enough to make a few notes in the employee health chart. Mrs. C, again looks into Jade ’s innocent
looking eyes, until the thermometer makes its low electronic alert. Mrs. C takes the device from Jade ’s mouth
and pops the plastic shield into the nearby hazardous waste container. She raises her left hand and places it on Jade
’s forehead. Again a short reverie.
“--thorns wrapped around the entire
body,
blood oozes from the punctures--”
She lifts her hand off and again looks in Jade ’s eyes,
wearing a confused expression; Jade ’s innocent expression persists. She hesitates again before placing her hand
on the side of Jade ’s faces expecting another wave. She breaks her stare and remarks in a
motherly tone.
“I like to double check the reading, me being old
school, I check by touching the forehead and face. It’s just something I always do.”
In her thoughts though,
“But that’s the weirdest thing I’ve ever encountered before--yikes!”
Jade nods, acknowledging the comment. Mrs. C takes the end of the stethoscope, goes
behind Jade, and starts listening to different places on her back.
“Okay, do me some deep breaths, good; ok now cough
a few times, good!”
She goes around to the front and repeats the
procedure, pausing and moving. She says
again,
“Deep breaths, good, cough again, good. Ok, great, looks like you’ll live! Tell me, how long have you had this problem
of living?”
They both laugh at the comment, Mrs. C more so. She seems more amused by her own humor than Jade
.
Mrs. C removes the stethoscope and places it on the prep table. She takes a foot in hand and examines it,
runs the metal handle of the reflex hammer across the sole of her foot causing Jade
’s toes to curl.
“--panties lie there as a bunched
sopping rag of blood!”
She gently releases Jade ’s foot, pauses and tics
her head; again flummoxed. Mrs. C grasps
the other foot, and repeats the process.
She looks up at Jade to study her face for but a moment; she reads
nothing unusual in her expression. Mrs.
C next uses a reflex hammer to test Jade ’s patella reflex on both knees;
writes more notes in the chart. She
takes the auriscope and shines the light into Jade ’s eyes to check the retinal
reflex.
“Well those very pretty eyeballs work, that’s a
plus!”
She inserts the auriscope in each ear and looks
around.
“Yup, no potatoes growing in there either!”
Mrs. C returns
the instrument to the prep table. Next,
she takes a tongue depressor and probes around Jade ’s open mouth.
“Well, hmmm, you might want to go and find
yourself a single dentist, and tell him you need work on your teeth, and then
you can take him home with you. Hun, your
mouth looks good to me!”
They laugh together,
“Is everyone here a comedian; you’re a riot!”
Mrs. C smiles and nods.
“Yup, pretty much!”
Satisfied with the findings, she throws the stick
in the waste container-more notes in the chart.
Mrs. C glances down at a questionnaire on one of the pages in the chart
and proceeds to ask questions about various common diseases; marking the
checklist with each response.
“Okay hun! We--are--done! Do you have any questions before I give you
the final blessing and a prognosis of terminally long life?”
“Nope, All I can say is you’re a scream!”
“Well that’s good!
Thank you muchly! Now girl, get
yourself dressed back up and while you’re doing that, I’ll be filling out some
slips to take to the lab for the rest of your P.E.P.”
Jade climbs down off the exam table,
“Ok, great!
I’ll be right out.”
Jade dresses, steps out of the exam room, walks
over to the desk and sits beside Mrs. C. The lab slips are prepared and Mrs. C hands
them to Jade with a smile.
“Here you go Jade! It’s a pleasure to meet you and
I want to welcome you to our little hospital family. Now hustle along and take these slips to the
lab on the second floor, you know, take the stairs you came down with Felicia. Well take those up two flights now, and the
lab will be to the left, down the hall about half way on the left, I’d take you
myself but I know me, we’d get yakking and never make it there. The girls up there will do the rest--aaand I
think we made it before they go on break!
So hurry along! Ciao honey!”
Jade takes the slips from Mrs. C and thanks her. They shake hands,
“--hands covered with gashes--
dry blood from the thorns!”
Mrs. C leads
Jade to the door. She wears a worried
expression. She turns and smiles at Jade
.
“Well, Jade, have a great rest of the day!”
“Thank you Mrs. C, you too, bye for now!”
Jade heads for the stairwell, walking quickly and
reaches the stairs in half the time it took her and Felicia to come down to the
health office. She takes the stairs two
at a time, and reaches the second floor in just a few seconds. The oversized brown, steel, fireproof door
opens slowly, as if groaning from the interruption of its slumber.
The
laboratory
Jade
steps out into the hall and sees the sign over the laboratory doorway; she
walks quickly to it, opens the door, steps into the empty waiting room and
approaches the check-in counter. Behind
the counter sits a young female. Jade tentatively
peers in the sliding glass partition and sees the girl, head down, reading a
magazine, concentrating rather intently.
The top of the girl’s head has four tightly woven French braids that
disappear down the back. Without looking
up,
“Hi, I’ll be right with you. Nice perfume by the way, what’s it called?”
Jade hesitates from pure surprise before
answering.
“It’s--called--Warrior--Woman--from--Brazil; wow,
you got a good nose, I put hardly any on!"
A few seconds pass and the youngish female stands
up. Pinned to her lab coat is a nametag printed
in lowercase letters; it reads
krystyne {Pronounced Chris–tinny}
It appears as if the lettering came from a label
maker, and was stuck over someone else’s hand written name. Krystyne is a shapely young lady of twenty
and is nearly five-foot nine-inches tall.
The first thing that catches Jade ’s eye after her height is the girls
intensely green eyes framed in by very blonde eyebrows. Krystyne’s shiny braided blonde hair reminds Jade
of a young medieval princess. She has a
pretty, almost angelic face, enhanced by; one would think, many hours of
makeover secrets-the type magazine she has been reading. Fact is her appearance is enhanced by other
methods. Krystyne has straight,
pearl-white teeth that seem to make her face light up whenever she smiles; it’s
infectious. She has a radiant tan from
her many hours at the beach. She is dark
enough that all the blonde hair, the white teeth and the green eyes contrast
her skin color. She seems petite in all respects, despite her height; her jeans tightly
fitted, white Reebok® sneakers on her feet with barely visible ankle socks.
“Hi! Are you
here for some lab tests Ma’am? I see you
have some slips there. May I see them?”
Jade looks down at the slips in her hand for a
millisecond, almost as if returning from a momentary absence, realizing what is
in her hand. Jade hands them to the
girl.
“The wall is splattered with blood--!”
Krystyne
looks up at her and for just a split second looks over Jade ’s shoulder at the
wall behind; nothing, no blood.
“Oh! Yes! I’m here for some pre-employment screening. Mrs. Constantinopolis sent me. Did I catch you in time? Mrs. Constantinopolis told me you girls like
running off to break right on time.”
Krystyne looks down and giggles while in her head,
“Whoa! This
chick must be--wow! I wonder if she’s psychic! If she is, I need to know about
her!!”
She says outwardly,
“Yup! She
would be right!”
She pauses,
“By the way, everyone calls her Mrs. C, you can
too, you know! Sooo, Jade, umm how do
you pronounce your last name?”
“That’s Kierkierwitsky, Jade Kierkierwitsky. I know it’s a hard name to pronounce. Hey, you can call me Jade K. for short, just like what Mrs. C does, if
that’s any easier.”
The girl replies,
“Wow, really, that’s a cool name, so where you
from Jade ? What are you going to be doing here at the
hospital?”
“Well
Krystyne, what an unusual spelling, by the way, are we going to call you Ms. K?”
Krystyne laughs at the jibe,
“Naw, you can call me Krys, like everyone else.”
Jade pauses a moment, gets back on task.
“Sooo, I’m from a little hokey town in
Pennsylvania called Lock Haven, near Collegetown. Ever hear of it?”
Krys looks a little perplexed.
“Nope, can’t say I have! I don’t get out of the state much with the
wages they pay in Mass. Seems you have
to save half a year to go over the state line!”
Jade raises a brow.
“Okay, you
got me; I’m exaggerating, a little! But
you get the point, right?”
“Oh, yah! It’s
the same all over hun!”
“So, is it near the Amish country? You know the people that dress up in old
fashioned clothes?”
“Yes. I guess you could say it’s near them. They don’t exactly come into the town. They do their own thing in the woods. As I’m sure you know, they have their own way
of living that’s not exactly like you and I know.”
She finishes logging in the visit and glances up
at Jade . Krystyne’s show-stopping green
eyes peer deep into Jade ’s eyes, looking for a clue to the question--is Jade psychic or something else.
“Ok Jade K, follow me please. Vic will be doing the blood draw. She’ll also give you the magic cup; okay? So if you have any questions, she’ll be able
to answer them for you. All set--set like
cement?”
Jade smiles at Krystyne’s humor.
“Well I gotta say, everyone I’ve met so far in
this place, has a great sense of humor!”
Krystyne nods and with an exaggerated head tilt,
signals Jade to follow her into the actual laboratory. Krystyne daintily bellows,
“Hey, Vic, there is a patient here for you!”
Jade smiles as she makes one last eye contact with
Krystyne, acknowledging the friendly triaging.
The girl withdraws, leaving Jade alone in the lab. Jade can hear the rumor of an unattended
centrifuge humming on a table about twenty-feet away. Inside a room, off to the left and a little
further back from the table, are two young women. Victorea, who insists she be called Vic, and
her girlfriend Hillarea. Vic has
Hillarea up against the wall, far enough into the room so no one can see what
they are doing. They are in the throes
of a very spirited kiss when Vic hears her name called. She pauses for a split second, exhales
sharply from her nose while reluctantly pulling away from Hillarea’s lips
softly
“Why?”
“It
makes us want each other that much more baby!”
“Hold
that thought lover, I’ll be back!”
Vic smiles coyly and heads for the open doorway. Hillarea creeps up quickly behind Vic, pulls
her back by the pocket just out of sight, grabs one of her buttocks and while
squeezing it gently, whispers in her ear,
“You
better be, I wasn’t nearly close to being done with you!”
With a reproachful swat, Vic whispers back,
“Stop! I’ll have to spank you for that--later--on!”
“Promises,
promises! That I could handle! Now, if only I could get you to deliver, we’d
be golden!”
Vic smirks at her and turns to go; Hillarea looks
after her lover with an expression that can only be wanton longing.
Vic is a five-foot seven-inch tall gal of twenty-eight
and is a bit on the thin side, closely cropped blond hair and deep set, dark
brown eyes. Vic inherited the kind of
eye sockets that have small, darkened circles that make her look like she
doesn’t sleep enough. She has high
cheekbones that would make the face that much more beautiful if it was a little
fuller. She has a narrow, rounded chin
and a petite pointed nose. Vic has a
condition known as hemi-paresis, her right hand and arm are short and thin like
a child’s; the left arm is normal size. Today
Vic wears loose fitting blue jeans, held up by a belt with a large silver
buckle, adorned by an embossed snake-like creature. She wears black, high top sneakers, scuffed
and discolored from age, and a loose fitting black tee shirt under the required
white lab coat.
Her nametag reads
‘--VIC--’ in one-inch black letters.
Vic is adorned by a silver pentangle whose outer
ring pierces in four locations on the upper left side of her chest; just at the
beginning of the breast curvature. Vic
and Jade lock eyes for a moment; Jade smiles first.
“That’s quite
a bejeweling you have Vic, must have cost a lot to get it placed like--that?”
Vic breaks eye contact, slowly returning the smile
and adding a barely noticeable drawl.
“Hey, thanks hun!
Nah, it only cost half a yard and some blood; the pain was optional. I got it done over to the Indigo Scorpion, on Derby Street; ever hear? If you haven’t it’s alright, not everyone has. Check this out, the chick that did it said it
had to be put exactly there cuz that’s where it’s the most fleshy. I think she really just wanted to cop a feel;
hey whatever floats your boat right. She’s
obviously not from here or we’d know of her--we let her do our tats anyway; she
behaved. There’s this other guy there
too, no one knows his real name, so they call him Kit. So Kit does ‘em, he charges peanuts and says
he does it for the sake of art! He’s
either soft or sicko rich, or both; the jury’s still out on that one. You should see him; he’s covered with
some insane stuff and even more sicko metal! Uhh, and his book is even more wicked!!”
As Vic is telling Jade all about the artisan, she
nods her head once in the direction of a chair with an arm board attached to it
for blood drawing. Jade sits in the
chair, Vic pulls a piece of rubber strap from the lab coat pocket to use as a
tourniquet. When her hand touches Jade ’s
arm, a slight current, like static electricity, envelopes her.
“--Venit regnum ejus omnes terras
fieri sentietur incaelis et erit semper minuo--”
Vic
hesitates a split second, glances up at Jade and studies her expression. The feeling
persists,
“Covered
in blood! Guts hanging--blood pours forth!”
She taps at Jade ’s arm hesitantly; a barely
perceivable furl crosses her brow. Again,
the strange feeling.
“--face covered with--hundreds
--of small slices and dry blood!”
Vic sees that most of Jade ’s veins protrude from
the pressure of the tourniquet.
“Wow, won’t be any trouble finding a vein on you!”
Vic opens an alcohol prep pad, swabs Jade ’s arm
and again looks up to study her expression.
“Stabbing--pain--smeared--bloody--hand
prints!”
“Jade,
you aren’t in any pain are you? This
isn’t going to freak you out, right?”
Jade smiles,
“No Vic, I’m fine, go ahead, do what you do!”
“--feet--the feet are--bloody--stumps!”
As
Vic turns to pick up a blood-drawing syringe, and two empty test tubes,
she casually looks down at Jade ’s feet.
While studying Jade ’s eyes, Vic gently plunges the syringe body into Jade
’s arm. As she does so,
“The wall splattered--with blood--your
blood--Is it your blood?”
She
recoils, ever so minutely, almost imperceptive to the casual observer.
“That’s a really nice outfit you have on!”
Vic looks over Jade ’s shoulder; at the wall
behind her.
“Oh, thank you Vic, thank you very much!”
Vic looks at her again, expecting another
split-second horrific scene, nothing. Vic
smiles at her,
“Mmmm, that perfume, too! You smell so
delicious!”
“Aww thanks again!
You don’t look like a cannibal though, and I’m a pretty good judge of
character; I’ve been wrong before though!”
Vic looks up at Jade with an amazed look on her
face.
“Oh my God, Jade! You’re a riot!”
Vic places one of the empty test tubes on the
spike inside the blood draw syringe. Bright
red venous blood, anomalously red in her experience, fills the tube rapidly,
again anomalous to the usual rate. Vic
pulls the tube off the spike and immediately replaces it with another. While the second tube is filling, she studies
the first tube; her brow furls in confusion.
Vic removes the tourniquet from Jade ’s arm. When the tube is full, Vic pulls the syringe
from Jade ’s vein, places a gauze pad over the injection site, and says to Jade,
“Here, hold that right there for a minute,
please.”
Vic calls out over shoulder.
“Hey Hillarea, can you please come take these
bloods and do ‘em while they’re still hot?”
She glances up at Jade and continues,
“I like to get them spun down while the person is
still here, if I can; just in case there’s any weird result. Then I can grab another tube if I needa. Strange
things can happen with our all-new state-of-the-art
equipment. Hillarea and I are just getting
used to it! So--humor us okay?”
“Oh sure Vic, that’s fine; I know all about new
equipment glitches. Lord knows I’ve had to fix some of them on my days off!”
Hillarea appears in the doorway from the inner lab,
as if she drifted in on an air pocket. Hillarea
is a five-foot six-inch tall, well-proportioned gal of twenty-seven. She has a near-round face with soft features,
a small, flattish nose and almond shaped eyes.
Hillarea’s smile is so bright and
so broad, it’s hard to believe such a small mouth and such full lips come from
the same face. On days such as today,
when her mane is pulled into a ponytail, Hillarea’s green eyes plus the ambient
light, make her brown hair appear almost golden and makes her head seem like
it’s surrounded by a pale green haze.
Today she is wearing tight black jeans and with
the unbuttoned lab coat, it’s apparent her grey sleeveless top fits her like a
second skin. As well, the lab coat is
sheer enough her arm’s length tattoo is visible through the fabric.
Hillarea hesitates at the doorway for a moment, before
walking over to where Jade and Vic are; she snaps nervously on the cuff of her
latex gloves. Vic turns at the sound,
smiles at her, their gazes never breaking.
When she reaches Vic, Hillarea breaks eye contact long enough to take
the tubes with both hands, she deliberately holds Vic’s hands a long moment as
a wave passes through her,
“The wall splattered in blood--face
covered with hundreds of small slices and dry blood--
Venit regnum ejus omnes terras fieri sentietur
incaelis et erit semper minuo--”
She glances quickly up at Jade and smiles politely,
re-locks eyes with Vic and shudders on contact; Vic feels it and her brow tics. Hillarea always the actress,
“For you, my love--for you the vorld!”
Hillarea’s eyes silently communicate,
“Yes, and hurry up--I want you again big-time!”
“Okay V, I’ll get ‘em done S-T-A-T!”
Hillarea turns on her heel quickly, like a
ballerina, and walks away; ponytail swaying.
Over her shoulder,
“Take a pic dudettes, they last long--er!”
“Wise--a--dz!”
“It’s all
yours!”
Vic shakes her head, turns and locks eyes with Jade,
“Sorry,
that was way inappropriate!”
“That’s
okay! I have to tell you though, Vic you’re
so lucky to be with such a beautiful
girl! It looks like she has a halo
around her head!”
“Yup, I love when she wears her hair like
that, that’s why she glows! And her eyes
are to die for!”
Just as Hillarea reaches the doorway.
“Hey Hillarea, please indulge me! Show Ms. Jade here your art! I was tellin’ her about how Kit does some wicked stuff!”
Hillarea locks eyes with Vic, then lingeringly at Jade,
then back at Vic. For the split second
Hillarea locked eyes with Jade,
“WOW what a gorgeous bod! Surprised I missed it the first time! She’d be wicked perfect for--hmmm let me see!”
Hillarea’s eyes dance across Jade ’s body, seeming
pleased with what she sees, a smile spreads across her face. Hillarea peers searchingly into Jade ’s eyes
while purposely letting the lab coat glide off her shoulders and arms slowly;
as if doing a striptease. Jade ’s eyes
follow the path of the lab coat and her quizzical expression becomes an
innocent smile. Her gaze lazily returns
to Hillarea’s eyes,
“Owwww what have we here? Someone riding the fence are they? Very interesting indeed!”
At the conclusion of the attempted striptease, an
elaborate, multi-colored tattoo adorns Hillarea’s left arm, from shoulder-cap
to fingertips. The artwork depicts her half
of an inverted pentacle, done in a soot-shaded outline. Within the half-pentagram proper, is her half
of a bust from a demon, obverting four-spiny, crab-like appendages protruding
through the inherent angles of the pentagram; they appear to slither partially down
the arm. Her half has an eye recessed in
its socket; the cornea bright yellow, the oblong, blackened pupil, occupying
the center in the vertical. The eye seems
focused in the distance; bloody tears run down its face and cheeks, the droplets
of blood splotch her hand and terminate in black on her fingers. From the darkness of the mouth, her half of a
black tongue sheathed in scales, forms the basis of an asp intertwined with a
dragon. The shades in color of the asp change
from black to blue, then red. The fangs
grip upon a misshapen skull. Blood oozes
from the skulls empty eye sockets. Yellow
flames outlined in blood red emanate from the dragons open mouth. Within the flames, a phrase scribed in a
burnt-black representation of blood reads:
Semeno nevinné, kŕmenie
Na
Podstatu, vrhá optimistický pozostatky
[Translation seeds
the innocent, feed upon the essence,
casts the sanguine vestiges,
Jade studies the intricacies of the artwork.
“That--is--some--tattoo
Hillarea! The detail is phenomenal! I have seen hordes of tattoos over the years, but that is by far the most interesting!
I have a question though, and I am sure you get it all the time, where’s
the other half? What’s that phrase
mean?”
Hillarea,
seemingly expressionless, glances at Vic whose brow and head simultaneously tic
once. Vic slowly pulls off her lab coat
to reveal the tattoo adorning her left arm.
Her half of the tattoo is the right side of the pentacle, pentagram and demon
bust. The same details, appendages, eye,
and blood splotches befit the art. Her
half of the tongue however, has a pair of snakes intertwined and crushing the
body of a dove; its blood oozing through the twists of the snakes bodies. Scribed within the coils of snake is the
phrase:
Jeho hnev sa cÃtil na nebesia,
Svoje hnev ovládal bez ohľadu
{Translation:
His fury felt to the heavens;
His
wrath wielded without regard}
“In order to get the full impact and meaning of it
all, you have to see it when we put it all together!”
Vic walks over beside Hillarea. Because both wear the tattoo on the left arm,
they must stand side by side, facing in opposition. They move in close, arms touching, the entire
tattoo taking form. While they are
standing in position, they turn their heads to face each other, Hillarea leans
in so their foreheads touch, she says through a snorted laugh.
“And it was all my idea, so I’ll always be
the--!”
Vic shakes her head in mock exasperation and
smirks.
“Don’t even
go there!”
“Yah, yah, yah don’t worry!”
They separate to stand side-by-side, facing Jade .
“You two have certainly shared some quality time;
you make a great couple!”
Vic grins and gently hip-checks Hillarea, while
saying in an exaggerated drawl.
“Ya, s’pose you could say that; whadya think Hil?”
“Yup, damn straight! Okay, back to work!”
She winks at Jade before sweeping her glance to Vic.
“Yes dear, that means you too!”
She turns on her heel and heads for the inner lab,
replacing her lab coat in as provocative a manner as possible. Vic shakes her head, smiles to herself and looks
at Jade . In a low voice,
“Jade, she
did that for both of us, she’s just fishin and means no harm. She’s got a way about her that lets her get
away with it.”
“She’s
a very pretty girl and has an infectious smile; those two things are disarming
and will get you a lot! She won you over
right?”
“Hey
maybe you’re right; never gave it much thought!
Maybe that’s why I love her to death!”
She peers into Jade ’s eyes searchingly,
“Now you on the other hand--!”
“Oh
stop! Don’t even say it!”
Silent
smiles,
“Fine;
your loss!”
Jade rolls her eyes. Vic continues in a hushed tone,
“Oh,
and, the phrases mean: there’s some demon who rules the seventy-plus legions of
Hell, whatever, and will rise again to rule the world in darkness, eat up all
the innocents and throw their carcasses to the flames of Hell-or something to
that effect!”
Jade nods
unconsciously, nothing new there. Vic continues
in a hushed voice.
“Smoke some weed and it sounds like a cool
thought for a horror flick.”
Her voice
returns to normal.
“When we went down to get dragons around our
waists, that guy Kit, when we walked in and talked a bit, told Hillarea he was supposed
to look us up if we didn’t come in. Said
he was told he’d be able to tell if it was us because we’re always
together. Said she was chosen because
she was special and he was sent here to color her with a special drawing. At
first I thought it was bullshit cuz he made it sound like a Publishers
Clearinghouse® prize. But then he kept bringing
up the conversations she had with a chat room.
She finally got me hooked by tellin me the only way Kit would’ve known
the facts is he would’ve been told by someone.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, she’s definitely the chosen one! Chosen by me
and vise versa and chosen by them too! She’s
for sure my only other half!”
Vic giggles,
“So that day he knew it was us because of the way we
dressed. That day she was dressed bordering
on indecent. Her excuse was, we’re gonna
have to make it accessible anyway if we’re gonna get poked and if a guy can’t
hold it together then there’s plenty of ladies there that don’t mind seeing a
hinny! I’m surprised Kit didn’t wet
himself but he’s older so he’s probably seen plenty of fine ladies bottoms.”
She furls her brow,
“So he tells her she needs to have it done. And he was explicitly told it had to be free. She sidles on up and butters him up. And says because she’s the chosen one, she should be able to have it done anywhere she wants it!”
Vic smiles
mistily,
“You should
have seen his face! I thought he’s
probably thinking she’s gonna pull off her pants and have it done right up to her
crotch! She laughs at him and tells him
to cool his jets and that sharing it with me on our arms would be the same
amount of work!”
She muses,
“Oh, and
says if he did it all on her that it wouldn’t be fair because there wouldn’t be
time to get my dragon. I think the
clincher was when she told him two are
stronger than one!”
Vic smiles to herself,
“She’s amazing!”
She pauses,
“And she made that dude eat out of her hand!”
She smirks,
“Of course he made good and went ahead anyway. He blushed like crazy when she kissed him
when he was done! It was a good one too;
not a sloppy, stick-your-tongue-down-the throat kiss, but a good one!”
She muses,
“So there you have it, we are the chosen ones and
two are stronger than one! So now, she
thinks because we are the chosen
ones, we will lead the charge in
bringing the souls to that creep in Hell!
Like I wanna be a soldier, right!
Oh, really now, ah, newsflash,
I hate to disappoint, but if I wanted to be a general, I’d join the jarheads on
Parris Island!”
“Hence her being a wise guy--girl?”
“You got it!”
Vic lowers her voice again; sardonically she adds.
“She’s
so wicked into it! Like I said,
personally, I think it’s frikked, pardon
my French!”
As Vic continues working on Jade a new wave passes through her,
“--chunks
of --charred skin! Jagged sinew--where
my hands are supposed to have been!”
She looks at Jade, in the eyes, at her hands, and back
up to her eyes; all within a few seconds, and then whispers,
“So
there you have it, I’m marked, she’s chosen, I’m the skeptic, and she’s a
priestess, see what I live with?”
Vic pauses,
as if searching for words.
“Jade you
seem well read, you ever hear of some all-powerful
group of anarchists in the mountains of Utah?
Hil keeps trying to show me signs and there’s some code or book they
follow; who knows; do you?”
She shrugs; Vic studies Jade ’s expression, peering
into her eyes searchingly for any sign she’s the least bit annoyed by the question
and just being polite. Jade smiles a real smile; Vic takes it as a go-ahead to keep the dialogue flowing.
“Jade, are you clairvoyant?”
Jade doesn’t seem the least bit put off by the
question.
“Huh--no--I don’t know--maybe--why do you ask?”
“I dunno you just seem--very--intense! You know, very
intriguing, not in a girl sense; but you have a vibe about you!”
Jade nods, says nothing at first.
“That’s the first time anyone has called me that. Is that meant as a compliment? Don’t answer that; I know it was; thank you,
thank you Vic!”
They stand in silence again, smiling at each other.
Vic looks down at her hand, realizing she is holding a sample cup.
“Oh, duh!
Here I’m holding a sample cup; so now let’s get a sample of your urine! Great segue, right? Jade, I’m sure you’ve done this before, so I
don’t think I have to go over it. Remember,
like, don’t turn on the water, don’t flush; blah, blah and, so, bring the cup
to me when you’re done.”
Vic hands the cup to her,
“--water running pink--the
color of dilute blood! Blood is
everywhere--so much blood!”
She
pulls her hand back slightly; Jade seems
perplexed for the moment. She shrugs it
off and retires to the bathroom. Minutes later, Jade reemerges holding the cup
gingerly with her fingertips. She places
it in Vic’s waiting, gloved hand.
“Okay great!”
Sarcastically
Vic adds.
“I hate it
when biddies can’t even fill the cup to where it covers the indicator. They can pee their pants all day long, but
can’t give you a spit when you need it; go figure. Wow, I can’t believe the way I’m behaving
around you; I’m usually not this playful--thought you’d like to know!”
“Hey, don’t let me stop you; you’re hysterical!”
“So Jade, now
you get to watch me fill the tubes and seal them. I’ll have you initial the seals and you can fill in your part of the Chain of Custody form. I’ll place everything in this plastic bag and
again, have you initial this seal. This sample gets tested off site, as I’m sure
you’re aware. Now, I need you to initial right here on this block
of the form, acknowledging that I tortured you in the comfy chair with a
feather while a herd of buffalo stampeded you!”
As Jade affirms
the request, and adds while laughing.
“You--young lady--are a riot!”
“Yes, but Hil tells me I should keep my day job
though; just in case Late-Night can’t
use me!”
Vic finishes all the busy work in Jade ’s presence. When all is completed, she walks Jade slowly
to the doorway leading out to the waiting room.
At the last moment, Vic pulls off her glove and turns to face Jade, extends
her hand, and peers into her eyes. As
their hands clasp, Vic’s expression tics an eye twitch mixed with one of
incredulity; a flash of Jade ’s nightmare flows through her in but a split
second; enough to see all of it, while quick enough to not stun her immobile; a
little speechless perhaps.
--two
figures moving back and forth! A cloth
suspended over my body slit in the middle!
A figure stands over me--arms outstretched--slicing, hacking and cutting
into me-- pacing--chanting! The cloth tears down the center--a roiling,
churning, sooty smoke descending; so dense I can’t hear the chanting now! The four candles extinguish--.not dark though--how
can I see in the dark? The
two halves of the cloth are blown off--Ba’Gatz diving into my crater head first--sniggers
maniacally! He vanishes in a wisp--
“O--kay Ms. Jade ! Hmmmm--I must welcome you to our little family. You seem cool! Maybe we all can have you over once you get
acclimated. Hillarea would love it;
she’s the party organizer! So--your--blood
must be okay or we would have heard by now; I never doubted, but you know--! Well Ms.
Jade, you know your way out, right?”
“Yesss, I do believe I can find my way! First, I’m going to stop in the cafeteria and
grab me one of those famous triple bypass
sandwiches that Felicia raved about on the way over.”
“Those are awesome sandwiches! Highly addicting though! I eat those when we have the extra
scratch!”
Her
enthusiasm deflates,
“Which isn’t too often I’m afraid; they pay us
lackeys peanuts!”
Jade smiles; with a slight giggle,
“Who knows, when this character you described, gets all the souls he wants, maybe
he’ll leave you minions some extra
money for food and other fun things!”
Vic quietly chuckles while looking over her own
shoulder. In a hushed voice,
“Shhh,
don’t let my babe hear you! If she knows
I told all and you poked fun at it, she’ll go off! It’s the price I pay for a, pinch me, awesome
babe!”
Jade replies
in an equally hushed tone,
“Okay, okay,
I’ll keep it on the DL, I won’t say another word!”
Jade motions
the zipping of lips.
“Vic, I gotta tell you, you’re a great kid and I
hope you find your true calling in life; you certainly don’t belong here!”
Vic flushes, becoming shy about the compliment. She looks up at Jade, and through a giggle
says,
“Thanks J-K, that’s a real nice thing to say! You sure know how to make a girl feel good!”
Vic winks facetiously,
“I’m such
a pushover--I’d follow you anywhere! You know, anywhere?”
She hesitates,
“Theeen, my baby-girl will get all jealous!”
Jade giggles while shaking her head. Vic continues,
“Then she’ll think we’re running off to Vegas to
get married! That is where two girls can
go right? You know I’m kiddin’ right? Nod to say yes!”
Jade nods,
“There you go!”
Jade shakes
her head and laughs almost too loud, while continuing to listen to Vic’s
riotous monologue.
“Well J, you’ll probably make some one a great partner in crime!”
Jade raises
her brow in surprise,
“Ummm, I had no plans for that venture; but thanks
for that insight!”
Mistily Vic continues, as if unimpeded,
“I know I am; a great partner in crime that is, I wish
this medieval state would frikkin relax!
Hillarea’s the best thing to
ever happen to me; bar none! Did I just
say frikkin again? I’m sorry; I don’t
know what got into me! I just feel really comfortable talking to you!”
Jade puts her hand on Vic’s shoulder and gently shakes
her; again, a wave of insight passes between them,
“--two halves of cloth--blown away! Ba’Gatz dives into my crater headfirst! He sniggers maniacally then vanishes!”
“Vic, now who’s making who feel good? I’m glad
you feel comfortable; the feelings mutual!
Listen you’re a great catch so I want you to make a deal okay? Don’t let anyone
ever make you feel otherwise!”
“Deal!”
Jade replies,
“Vic this has been the most interesting, and dare
I say, enlightening experience, I
have ever had in a laboratory!”
She adds,
“Okay, later gf!”
“Later! Now
go eat Jade, I mean, Jade, go, and eat, not--”
“Got it, leave it, I knew what you meant! You’re too much!”
They smile at each other one last time. Jade leaves the inner lab and walks through
the waiting room in the direction of the cafeteria. Krystyne remarks from behind the reception
desk,
“Hey, Ms. Jade
K thanks for coming in today! I really look forward to talking with you
soon!”
“Ya thanks Krystyne--me--too--I--”
“That’s a weird parting--I wonder what she means!”
In the lab, Vic walks back to where Hillarea is working
blood. Hillarea looks up,
“Baby-H, she’s good people; I really like her!”
“Ya me too! I thought for a split second--!”
“Yes my little fisherman-I noticed! Undress her why don’t you! I assure you she--!”
At the precise moment Hillarea is putting her arm
around Vic’s neck to kiss her, her ungloved hand is setting the blood tube into
a centrifuge slot, a strong current-like sensation passes through her,
“--Chanting--the
cloth tears down the center. A roiling,
churning, sooty smoke descending so dense, I can’t hear the chanting now! The four candles extinguish it’s not dark
though-how can I see in the dark? The two halves of the cloth are blown off! Ba’Gatz diving into my crater head
first-sniggers maniacally-he vanishes in a wisp! Wall splattered with blood-hands dripping of
blood-the back of my neck-smeared with blood!
Ba’Gatz diving into my crater head first-sniggers maniacally-he vanishes
in a wisp! My hands-rivulets of blood
run from body from the thorns--
“Whoa!”
“What?”
“What
the fuck!”
“What?”
“Whoa! That is sooo fuuuucking weird!!”
“Stop! What is?”
“I
just touched the tube of that her blood and I got this, like, vision, of all
kinds of creepy shit. And it’s as if I
seen it through her eyes! Like it’s
happening to her but she’s watching
it happen!”
“Oh
my God! When I was drawing her I got
three different kinds of--waves--or something!
Hey, I did ask her if she was clairvoyant!”
“And?”
“And
she said no! It’s totally fucked! I don’t get it!”
“Well,
other than clairvoyance, I can’t think of any other reason to have visions of
bloody--stuff!”
“Babe,
know what else? Her blood has a weird
shade to it; and it’s pretty warm to the touch, more so than normal. It spun down weird too; I’ve never seen blood
do that before!”
“Really?”
“Ya,
I wonder how it would cross match!”
“Hmmm,
me too! Okay, enough shop talk! Now,
before I rape you right here; get out back, we have unfinished business!”
“Uwww, I love it when you
boss me around!
The cafeteria
Jade arrives at the cafeteria moments later, walks
directly over to the grill area and calls out,
“Hi, sir, if it’s not too much trouble, may I have
a sausage, egg and cheese on a grilled English muffin?”
The cook turns to face her;
In large
block letters his nametag reads:
“HI I’m PHIL! What can I cook for you today?”
Phil smiles at her, he’s missing a few teeth; the
rest resemble baked beans.
“Ohhh, you mean a triple bypass?”
Jade’s chuckle becomes a laugh.
“Oh! Is
that the colloquial name for it around here?
And here I thought it’s a pet name, made up by the underpaid,
over-worked staff!”
The cook laughs louder than appropriate,
“Oh sure, who’s feeding you that line of baloney? And we cooks get paid the big bucks down
here, too, right?”
The cashier, Belle hears the laughter and joking;
she walks over, overtly winks at the cook to keep up the ruse. She says to Jade, in a staged illiterate
sounding linguistic,
“Oh, is he cryin’ poor mout’ agin? Don’t-cha let ‘em kid ya!”
The trio laughs.
Phil replies equally playful,
“Hey, why don’t you just go back over there and
count me out a pound of twenties will ya!”
Belle’s expression takes on a serious look; her
smile fades quickly,
“Why, how much is dat worth Phil? I ain’t ever ‘eard ‘o no poun’ o twenyeez
befo’ ta-day!”
She glances at Jade for reaction; nothing. Belle studies Jade’s expression to see if she’s
baffled as well. Actually neither has
ever heard the phrase until now. Phil
responds with a similar type of quizzical expression,
“How the hell should I know? It’s a lot; is all I can tell you!”
As Phil hands Jade a paper plate with the sandwich,
“--a
figure stands over you! It’s arms
outstretched! It’s slicing, and--hacking--and
cutting--into--you?”
He twitches, almost dropping the plate. Phil stares Jade up and down,
“--Ummm--that’s--ah--two-eighty---five--Ma’am! And Belle will be happy to take that from you
down at the register!”
Jade takes the plate from Phil, his near accident
went unnoticed. She fills a paper cup with
cold water and approaches the register,
“Any coffee or juice Miss?”
“Thank you, no.
I’ll just drink this here!”
Jade hands three one-dollar bills to Belle, as she hands Jade back her change,
“--Ba’Gatz
diving into--my crater--head first! He sniggers
like a maniac and vanishes in a wisp--“
Belle’s brow tics, she stares at Phil; he shrugs. Jade proceeds to an empty table facing large
windows, her back to them. She sighs,
“Thankfully the counter is far enough away so I
can make a smooth exit; sans conversation!”
As Jade walks in the direction of the lobby,
“I just want to get home and throw myself on the
bed--a lot of stuff isn’t making sense--I need to go all analytical Jade and
play it back--somethin’ ain’t right!”
She mutters under her breath,
“Bet
dollars to donuts there’ll be no escape without running into Helga--sweet old
lady as old folks go but I think I’ve had enough sweet for today!”
Mentally psyching herself up to deal with another
conversation, Jade sees Helga facing away, engaged in a one-way conversation
with another equally aged blue-hair. Jade
prepares to sigh relief; maybe there’s a wide enough berth to exit the hospital
unnoticed. Helga notices her at the last
second and stops talking to the other woman for the moment.
“See you around Ms. Jade I can tell with that
spring in your walk, you’re gonna join us here!
You have a pleasant rest of the day dear!”
Jade turns and puts on her most brilliant smile while walking backwards.
“Thanks Helga! You as well! Don’t work too hard today!”
She turns around to walk forward, the smile fading from her face. She exits through the vestibule and walks to
her car for a speed limit ride home. While
driving, she adjusts the volume of her IPod® and puts on her favorites list:
‘Rammstein ‘Tool’ ‘Godsmack’ and ‘Rob Zombie’.
All the songs on the playlist have a low bass beat; something she wants
for the ride home.
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