I work as a nurse. Something very bad is wrong with the X-ray of my patient.
"Jenny," Dr. Peterson talked in, sticking his head in. "Cant I borrow you for a second?"
"Really then?" Now?"
The beautiful man sitting on the bed made me long for him. Hugh Hildorf. I had never had a patient that I knew before. Parker was a friend of mine in high school. He was small and geeky, and he left cute notes in my locker. Now he had grown into a beautiful man with green eyes and black hair.
He said, "Go ahead," in that beautiful, smooth voice. "I'll be here."
Don't bother me, Dr. Peterson. I don't like you. "Okay. "I'll be right back."
"Don't worry, Jenny."
My name is. He called my name!
Do you agree that's flirting?
I went down the hall with Dr. Peterson. "Why do you need to take me away from a patient?" To keep up with him, I huffed and almost ran.
"Please look at Parker's x-ray." He turned sharply left and hid in the x-ray room. Even though he was new, he knew his way around the place.
"I am not even a tech for imaging." "I work as a nurse."
He looked at me with a sad face. "It's easy to see what's wrong here."
He took a black sheet that was see-through from a stack. After that, he snapped the picture and put it on the lit screen. Parker's wide shoulder blades, back, and neck all lit up.
I went cold.
Around his neck.
It broke.
At least an inch of space in the middle of his neck. Surrounded by broken spines. His neck hung horribly off to the side.
That man shouldn't be able to walk, Dr. Peterson said, his eyes on me. "He shouldn't even be alive."
"What idea do you have?"
"That man there isn't Peter Parker. It could talk like him, look like him, and remember things about him. It's not him, though." Then he turned off the light and walked over to me. "Joanne, I need your help."
"Can you help me?"
"Please show him the way to the lift." "Tell him that you're taking him to my office."
"Okay."
"And don't tell him you know."
I looked him straight in the eyes. "Well, you showed me! I didn't know!"
"Yes, I know. Just... it would be great if you could get him into the lift without giving him away. "Let me handle it from there."
"Are you going to handle it from there?" Do you understand what that means?"
"Please trust me."
"Fine."
I went back out into the hallway, and Dr. Peterson was right behind me. I turned the key in exam room 4's lock.
I calmed down and put on my nicest face. After that, I opened the door.
I thought for a split second that someone else was sitting on the hospital table. A zombie that is half-rotten, wearing torn clothes and groaning loudly. A crazy person with red eyes who was speaking in Latin and drawing pentagrams on the floor.
But Parker was the only one there. Parker is so sweet.
"Parkie, good news! The x-rays for your neck pain are in. While dodging his eyes, I smiled at him and got to work organising the tongue depressors.
"Thank you, Jenny."
Behind me, his voice was soft and low.
"Dr. Peterson wants to meet with you in his office to talk about the results. I'll show you the way."
"Wait."
I turned around slowly. "Yes?"
He looked at me blankly. He just stared for thirty seconds. My heart stopped beating. Does he understand? Is he—
"I miss you," he told her.
Oh. Phew.
He told her, "You know, I always had a crush on you in high school." His warm green eyes looked at me for a long time. "Thank you so much. Also smart."
I laughed in a strange way.
"You are still."
I said, "Thank you." The doctor is ready, so we need to leave right away.
"All right, come on. Do you feel it too?" He got up and came over to me.
I almost threw up.
He had a bad smell. It smells old and rotten, like trash and body odour at the same time. It became clear to me as he got closer. Because of the bend in his neck, his head hangs slightly to the left. It was almost impossible to notice.
Almost there.
"No!"
I left the room quickly. Closed the door hard. Kept it shut. A loud noise. A loud noise. He called out, "Jenny?" "I need to talk to you!" It shook the door.
I shook my head and took a deep breath. Help him get to the lift. Help him get to the lift. My heart was beating fast. All the zombie films were old to me. Evil things with no brains that want to tear people apart. Things that make no sense. Not feeling anything. Not having love.
Just the hunger.
I opened the door.
I ran down the hall as fast as I could.
As expected, he stumbled after me. "Hey Jenny! He called out, "Wait!" "Please forgive me!" I need to talk to you!"
Coming to a stop in front of the lift was rough. Twelve times, they stuck the button. "Come on, come on," I said in a low voice. Let's go....
Ding.
I rushed into the lift. Dr. Peterson went inside to wait. He hissed, "What about not telling him?"
"Are you taking him to the lift?" I fired back.
"I wouldn't have done it this way."
"That's too bad."
Bang, bang. His face was red as he walked into the lift. He said, "Jenny," out of breath. "Thank God I caught up with you. I only need to ask you to—"
The lift door opened, and I got out.
Say "I'm sorry, Parker." Even though he wasn't himself... I was still a little sad. He was always a good person. This wasn't fair to him.
The doctor told Jenny, "Thank you."
Dr Peterson smiled as the lift doors slowly shut.
Ding.
A different nurse came up behind me. "Hey Jenny! Are you all right? What was the point of that?"
"Nothing," I quickly replied. "I'm just doing something to help Dr. Peterson."
You mean "Dr. Peterson?"
"Yes, the new guy."
That made her look at me funny.
I told Jenny, Dr. Peterson doesn't work here."
"What?"
I looked at the lift with a heavy heart.
It was going down to the basement.
