Head of The Table

Not yet dead

Drippers, white walls, a holter machine, a stretcher? Am I in the afterlife? Brian was still unconscious, was the after life hospital like? Whether you are drunk or high, when has the after life resembled a hospital? Even if Jesus never said how the after life was like, how just how? Brian wake up you aren’t dead! It’s true, not an illusion nor a lie, Brian survived.

Wait I am not dead? Brian still was in disbelief. How can I survive a fatal fall, how? This was pondering his consciousness. But just think, 40 floor building fall and you are still breathing? Not even science can explain such an incident unless…

Brian was lucky, his body didn’t hit the solid ground. Instead it torpedoed right in to the truck that brought in mattresses for the wards. Fortunate you say, but not that much, he tricked death not pain . Brian didn’t land body first on the mattress direct. No he didn’t! The truck was covered by a 10 cm thick aluminum cover.

So yes, he had to break through the aluminum before hitting the mattress. Ouch! Brian felt it, it was his body, through an aluminum covering, and a missile like impact on 10 layer mattresses.

Who is this guy? Brian had just sobered up but he was nursing injuries on his upper body and back pains across his spine. Red eyes, heavy built, masculine in nature, dark skinned, no this person didn’t ring a bell. Yah! Confirmed he didn’t know the person sitting beside him, who seemed lost in thought and in his own world you may say. In disbelief, Ben was in shock, how! He questioned aloud. A pulse, is this guy alive?, Ben went to the holter monitor to confirm that the machine was reading the patient’s actual pulse.

“Hello, I am your doctor Rink” pointing to his name tag the doctor uttered to Brian who seemed to have sobered up. “You are a lucky man,” he chuckled, “had Mr. Ben here not alerted us… Brian sir, you would be in a mortuary minivan, on your way to the metropolitan morgue with other corpses.” Said the doctor pointing to the direction of the morgue.

“And just asking. What made you jump?” He questioned. And right there all eyes were glued on Brian, all waited for an answer. The doctor, Ben, the nurses all were waiting. “Were you drunk, high on weed, talk bastard what made you do such a bizarre and insane thing?” The doctor cursed under his breath but he didn’t allow emotion get to his head.

He couldn’t do it, how can he they could not possibly have a clue, why bother Brian? His inner self told him. Backing down, Brian lay back down his stretcher and looked aside, it was clear he wasn’t ready to talk. Tears flowed, Ben had ruined him, why did he save him? He wanted to die. Now he has to face death in a week’s time. Thanks a lot Ben! Brian’s psychology sarcastically told his conscience.

“What’s the bill doctor?” Ben asked, he was willing to pay the Brian’s bill. I mean he wanted to kill himself but he wasn’t capable, now burden him with bills for saving his life? The machines were expensive so with every second, the bill doubled, literally. But Ben had nothing to lose he had trouble spending money, so why think twice paying a stranger’s medical bill? He earned millions daily, what the hell! A brother in need is a brother in deed.

“Sign here” Rink retorted and there, Ben just paid a 500,000 dollar medical bill for a person he barely knew, he didn’t know his name but from the doctor, stupid right? But hey, his Brian, the Brian, why judge him I mean all knew who is, given a chance he would have bought the hospital with just a signature on a cheque book.

Only left the two of them, Ben saw it best to see if Brian could open up. He just paid this sucker’s bill, he should be ordered to do what Brian says, but Ben paid voluntarily so ego wasn’t involved nor was his pride provoked. Reaching closer to Brian, he sighed “I’m Ben, what’s your name?” Ben asked politely as if talking to a child.

Silent, Brian wasn’t ready to speak. He hated him for not letting him die! Curse you Ben! Curse you! He said within himself with every breath he took.

He isn’t ready to talk, walk away, you just paid his bill don’t force him, just leave Ben leave! His instincts taunted him. But it’s true he can’t force him, so being human, Ben walked away. “I’m Brian my name is Brian” he spoke finally in a weak somber tone.

He speaks! Ben felt it was sarcastic and humorous, he was laughing but inside. Ben turned to look at Brian but then… “Mr. Ben you have to come, it’s your brother, Reuben” the nurse uttered, shaken. She looked afraid , worry drew her face, Reuben…what happened!