The Soul Dweller by Stephen Paul Sayers

Author:Stephen Paul Sayers
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hydra Publications

Ten minutes later, RG swerved through the hospital’s emergency entrance where he fell out the open front door, engine still running, and dragged himself into the emergency room, Big Gulp clutched to his chest. The gleaming white facility blended efficiency with outright chaos, emergency responders wheeling patients on gurneys through sliding glass doors, while doctors and nurses dashed back and forth across buffed, spotless floors to examination rooms tucked away behind white curtains. No one appeared to be in charge, yet everyone knew just where to be and what to do. Large windows ringed the structure’s high walls and bathed the main floor with generous natural light.

Within moments of arriving on the floor, two nurses in colorful smocks seated him along a row of oversized cushioned chairs and tended to his head wound, while a third unwrapped the towel around his hand with caution. RG handed the nurse his Big Gulp and pointed inside. Minutes later they had stitched the gash along his head and irrigated his ragged finger socket and severed digit. An MRI would reveal a pretty nasty contusion, but no skull fracture or hemorrhaging.

After wheeling him from radiology, the medical team transferred him into an exam room and prepped him for finger reattachment surgery. The Versed dripping into his vein flushed him with warmth and relaxation. RG eyed the youthful doctor staring at X-rays on a sizable computer screen.

Kid looks like Doogie fuckin’ Howser.

RG whipped his head around, searching for the nurse. “Doth the doctor thave yet?” The IV drip slurred RG’s words into a soupy mixture.

The nurse tilted her head, poking her tongue against her cheek. “Shave yet? You mean the bone? Well, he’ll have to shave it down a bit, but he hasn’t done it yet. We need to let the IV work a bit longer.” She smiled.

After a few minutes, the anesthetizing drug left him with thoughts of how nothing in the world could possibly matter, not even the fact a teenager who didn’t even shave yet readied himself to perform surgery. But when the nurse led Kacey to his bedside, he understood how much everything did matter.

“We need to wheel you up to surgery, Mr. Granville,” the nurse reminded him. “But you can have a few minutes with your wife.”

“Is he gonna lose his finger?” Kacey asked.

The doctor extended his hand to Kacey and introduced himself. “I’m Doctor Howser.”

RG opened his mouth, but nothing came out. We gotta call this thing off.

The doctor invited Kacey over to the computer screen and repositioned his glasses. “It’s a clean separation, which lends itself to a very good prognosis. There’s not much damaged tissue to remove, and we may not need to trim much of the bone. We’ll insert a few plates and screws, reattach the tendons, then repair the nerves and reestablish the blood supply. What we don’t know is how much sensation and movement he’ll have. It helped he got the finger on ice so quickly.”

“Big Gulp…” RG mumbled, the Versed’s effects now garbling his neural pathways.

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