Night Shift part 2
Jemima sat there, staring at her chained ankles. Tears fell from her eyes and silently hit the tiled floor. What a short life she would live, but she did a lot of big things. She was going to school to be a Therapist, inspired by her connection with her younger brother who is diagnosed as severely Autistic, and her ability to connect with people who were different and had a hard time connecting. She volunteered at camps for kids with special needs. She loved it. She sat there drowning in her sorrows. Giving up. She was going to die along with the other girls in the room.
By now it was just Jemima and the girl with the name tag “eyes.” Eyes adjusted herself in her chair and spoke.
“You know who this Doctor is, right?”
“No. Who?” asked Jemima.
“Well, she’s no longer a doctor anymore, anyway. She had her license revoked after she just went ape in an operating room. I was there. I was a Surgical Technician in her practice when it happened.”
“What happened? Why’d she go crazy?”
“Her daughter died. Doctor Brently had fertility struggles. Her daughter, Cora, was the only child she ever had. Ever could have. Cora was her whole world. Dr. Brently’s husband took his own life when he learned news of their daughter’s death.”
“How’d she die?”
“She was raped, stabbed in the heart, and then set a flame. A she had just broken up with some guy who just couldn’t take it. He got away with it, though; or, as far as I know, it’s a cold case.”
“Oh my God….” Jemima’s intuition was right. She knew there was a reason to feel sorry for the doctor, but she never figured that the same thing she pitied her for would be the same thing that drover her mad.
“Yeah, so in the operating room. It was a guy. He wanted peck implants. Doctor Brently made the first incision in the guy’s chest, and then just kept going. Screaming and yelling like a banshee. She went to prison and got out somehow. I’m not sure. I didn’t want to keep up with it, to be honest.”
“Well what does she want with us? Eyes and heart? I don’t understand what we have to do with anything.”
“I have an idea of why. I remember Doctor Brently commenting on how myself and her daughter had the same color eyes, same length eye lashes, everything. Sitting in here I see our name tags and I shake my head at the absurdity of it all, but the possibility too. I think…”
Just then the Doctor’s mother walked out from the back room.
“Eyes. Come on now, dear. No fast moves. You know what happened to the other’s that tried.”
Eyes stood and let the old woman unlock her chains. She willingly let the woman escort her where the others went kicking and screaming until the mother used her method of silencing them. Just before she entered the back room, Eyes looked over at Jemima and said, “Frankenstein.”
“Quiet, dear.” Said the mother, irritated as she jerked Eyes into the back room and gave Jemima a quick look.
“Frankenstein?” wondered Jemima.
Hours passed. The fluorescent lights hummed and Jemima sat wishing she had a gun instead of mace. She searched her purse one last time. Maybe one would magically appear. A ridiculous notion, but she closed her eyes and prayed anyway and looked again. Nothing.
The doctor’s mother appeared one last time from the back room.
“You, dear. We save the best for last.”
Jemima began to sob as she stood to have her chains unlocked. The woman interlocked Jemima’s arm into hers, “There, there, dear. No need for tears. We’ll get you put all back together.”