Stage Fright Part 6

Posted: June 22, 2018 in stories, Writing
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Marshall hadn’t said Rip’s name in several years. Saying it now made him feel a certain uneasiness. Like he had just cursed in front of his grandmother. He wasn’t sure if he really expected to hear a response. Part of him, a pretty big part, was hoping that he wouldn’t. Still, he knew what he had heard, and he was as lost as last year’s Easter egg as to why he had heard it. It was at about this time that the doctor walked into the room. Marshall didn’t even notice. “Mr. Laken?” she asked quietly. Marshall didn’t answer at first. He was still getting over the fact that he had mentioned his dead best friend’s name. “Mr. Laken? Can you hear me?”

Marshall managed to turn towards her. “Im, uh, sorry Doc. What were you asking?” The doctor reached into he lab coat pocket and pulled out a pen light. She alternated shining between Marshall’s eyes. He winced a little from the sudden onslaught of bright light. “Whoah! That hurts.”

The doctor put the pen away. “Good response from both eyes,” she said aloud to no one in particular. “Do you know where you are, Mr. Laken?”

Marshall took a few breaths as he tried to clear the spots from his vision. “I assume I’m in a hospital. I don’t know which one.”

“You’re at East Methodist,” the doctor replied in the same soft voice. “I’m Dr. Knapp. You were brought in here after a collision with a vehicle. You’re going to be alright. You have some lacerations and contusions, and you appear to have a concussion. I need to ask you a few questions, ok?”

Marshall finally cleared the spots from his eyes and looked at the doctor. She was just a few years older than him with short blonde hair and large classes. The glasses couldn’t hide a face that was best described as ‘cute.’ Marshall found himself smiling in spite of himself. “She’s like every girl you had a crush on in school,” he heard Rip’s voice say.

“Stop it!” he snarled under his breath.

“I beg your pardon?” Dr. Knapp asked?

Marshall bit his lip as he realized that he had spoken aloud. “Nothing, doc. Sorry. Ask away.” Marshall heard Rip chuckle at the situation. He knew that he was in big trouble, but had no idea what kind. It was going to be a long day.


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