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Aug-8-2007 16:34

As i prepared to hit the streets i turned my collar up in a futile attempt to stop the rain running down my neck.

Things were tough - i han't had a case in ages. It had seemed that the rain was keeping the kooks inside.
I had even worn the soles of my shoes down walking the streets looking for clients and got no where.

I tried to light a cigarette, but the rain pooled over from the brim of my hat making the white coffin nail too wet to light.

Throwing the useless cigarette away in frustration i knew things would pick up soon... the rain might keep the kooks inside, but it also meant those same kooks would get cabin fever and clients would once again be knocking on my door...

Oct-15-2007 19:36

Darkness. All black. I woke up, lying on something hard. I was too weak to open my eyes much, but I saw several doctor's standing around me, mostly around my stomach area.

I closed my eyes and tried to rest, but I kept getting sharp pains everywhere. I was too weak to cry out, and they didn't notice that I was awake.

It was now pure torture. Undergoing some sort of surgery for about 2 hours, awake, and feeling all of it. I couldn't take it anymore. I was to weak, but my mind didn't care. I screamed. I screamed as loud as I could, and after that, I just couldn't stop.

I startled all of them. They all must have jumped ten feet high! Then beeps started beeping, and I could hear my heart accelerating under my screams.

Finally, a nurse jumped in with an anesthetic, and again, darkness. All black.

I woke up later, with my mom sitting in a chair. But, wait a minute! My mom is dead!

She came over, and cradled my head. She kissed me, and I was confused. Maybe I was only seeing things, but, feeling a kiss? This was also way too much to bear. I fainted again, but I could still hear. My heart rate started racing, and so did about six nurses. I heard their running footsteps as I lay on the bed.

Then, they were doing a lot to my body. I have no clue what, but it was something. The heart rate caculator was racing. My heart was pumping a kajillon times a minute. And then, I heard the thing that I doubt anybody has heard ever. I heard the heart machine stop.

Technically, I was dead. At least, I think I was dead. Maybe I only had a heart attack. HA! Listen to me! I "only" had a heart attack. But I could still hear the nurses chattering, going crazy. There was a doctor there, too, I think. I felt like I was in a coma, hearing, but not seeing, feeling, but not moving.

Then, I felt those terrible electric paddles. Once. Twice. A third time. It stung horribly, but I heard my beeper start up again. At least I wasn't dead.

Oct-17-2007 19:41

Finally, I woke up. I had no idea what happened, where I was, or even what day it was.

I found out I was comatose for a full week! I was in pain, still clenching my abdomen from my bullet wound. Now, I had a case. If everything went well, I was out of the hospital within the week. If not, I may not be out at all.

A week finally passed. A long week, of hard beds and cafeteria food. I cook better than that stuff! At least what I cook doesn't poison you, unless I want it to. (Muhahaha!!!)

Now, I get to find out who shot me. It was neat seeing myself on the news! The other benefit was that I found out a little bit of what the cops found out, without having to check with them.

The news said the cops suspected Pauline Davison, a New York Jill-of-all-trades. Prostitution, drug dealing, illegal arms dealing, grand theft auto---essentially, if it's a crime, Pauline has committed it.

The only type NOT on her record was assault. We're talking murder, armed robbery, assault with a deadly weapon, etc. Those, she doesn't have, so, why cops connect her to the crime baffles me. Of course, most of the things cops do baffle me!

Jan-2-2008 22:17

Then, I felt those terrible electric paddles. Once. Twice. A third time. It stung horribly, but I heard my beeper start up again. At least I wasn't dead.

Defribrillators were not tested/used on humans until 1953. These posts are supose to be era specfic.

This guy must have been in a time machine.

Jan-8-2008 00:54

Spiced it up anyway. Admit it, this thread was dull. D-U-L-L :-)

I didn't think about that either, though, thanks for the info. I didn't think about looking it up. :-)