SoulStone
#34: The Injection
Shelby had watched from the beginning. He’d seen the very first patient die, long ago, from being injected with the experimental drug cocktails. He’d watched every other one die likewise.
There was nothing he could do. He couldn’t control his body. He couldn’t resist. He had no mouth and yet he needed to scream. He needed to warn someone.....he needed to...
He watched them come for him. He watched them wheel him into the operating room. He watched, he could not feel..the syringe as it was inserted.......
He thought he’d been expecting it. He thought that he’d prepared himself. He thought that he was ready. He was not.
Shelby’s body was on fire. His veins were lava.
He opened his eyes and he
Deborah had been shoved aside by the Doctor, away from the crippled old man. The young snot was leaning over the patient and had thumbed back Shelby’s eyelid. He was shining a light in Shelby’s eyes to check pupil dilation.
“Hmmm...that’s odd...” She heard him say then the patient
She’d never heard anything like that scream. She was the veteran of hundreds of medical operations so that was saying something. She’d never heard a human throat make such a sound. She’d never suspected that a human throat COULD make such a sound. It was a horrible sound. Raw, throat stripping gut ripping agony. It was the verbal synthesis of raw torment.
Shelby hurt.
The Doctor froze like a deer in the headlights. Shelby snapped the wrist restraints as if they had been tissue paper. He swung both cupped hands and slapped the Doctor over the ears.
“Hearing gone. Eardrums ruptured.” Deborah thought, curiously detached. She debated with herself for a split second as to what to do. Should she move in and help restraint the patient?
Shelby tossed the doctor overhead and backwards as if he weighed nothing. The doctor banked off of one wall and smashed into another...then oozed down that wall to the floor. He lay in a bleeding puddle, out like a light.
“Possible concussion, possible neck injury, possible broken collar bones, possible broken jaw, nose, cheekbones...” Deborah muttered to herself.. “wonder if I should apply first aid? Nope... not my job. My duty is to the patient......awww...too bad about the doctor..”
Shelby sat up, snapping the head bands and chest-bands as if they had been made from wet cardboard.
“....Nope.... Nope. I’m definitely not going to restrain him by myself. That plan is right out.” Deborah thought.
A couple of hefty orderlies were always stationed close at hand along the hallway for just this sort of thing. Sometimes the patients got rowdy and the doctors needed some muscle. They slammed the door open behind her and rushed into the room, instantly took in the situation, ran up beside the patient on the operating table... one on either side...
Mistake.
Shelby lashed out like a striking Cobra with each hand. He grabbed each man by the collar, easily lifted them off the floor then shook them like a terrier shaking a rat. He held one in each hand and shook....until their teeth rattled. They were helpless in his grip. For an instant frozen in time Debora saw a legless old veteran holding a pair of two hundred eighty pound orderlies, as easily as if he were holding kittens.
Un-possible.
The old coot has been catatonic for a decades. His muscles should have degenerated from lack of use....but...but...he couldn’t have HAD those kinds of muscles...that kind of strength...to begin with....no one was that strong.
She knew what was coming next...Shelby was going to smash their heads together. The impact would crush their skulls like eggs.
“NO!” She rushed to the foot of his operating table and screamed. ”No! Don’t kill them!”
The Next Episode will be
#35: DON"T KILL THEM…
The Previous Episode was
#33: ThenThey Came For Him…
the First episode was
#1 : Prologue
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Shelby is recovering, that is good. The nanites or what ever should be able, hopefully, to help him now that he is conscious. Decades of lost time, that would just like suck royally.
stay tuned for PLOT TWIST!!
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