Medical Procedure Chapter 3
10/09/2012 Leave a comment
1.
“Hello? Look, I don’t know who you are, but please, please, could you talk to me? Where am I? What are you doing to me? Why did you stick something in my neck?”
The continued lack of response started to frustrate me.
“For fuck sake, will you please just talk to me!” I shouted the last three words. I could feel my self control start to unravel. I had been put through things that are normally reserved for someone in hospital, with no explanation, and the anger at this lack of response or explanation was beginning to overtake the fear I was feeling. I started thrashing around again on my back, bucking against my bonds and grunting and hissing with annoyance.
The sound of something metallic, clunking and knocking together, stopped my struggles. The footsteps approached me again, from above my head, and then I felt vibrations in the surface I was lying on, through the back of my head. “What are you doing?! What’s that?!” I demanded. A low, constant grinding sound started. I was twisting my head left and right, and trying with all my strength to lift my head, to try and get a glimpse of what was happening, but the strap across my forehead was too tight. The grinding noise continued for another minute or so, then stopped. A sharp metallic click sounded on either side of my head, and as I turned my head to the left I saw what looked like a metal arm pointing down my body, about a foot long. I turned my head to the right and saw the same thing. As I watched, another noise began and the metal arm started moving toward my face.
“What the fuck?! What are you doing?!” I yelled. As the metallic arms moved closed to my face I had no choice but to turn my head and look back up toward the ceiling, otherwise the metallic arm would have crushed my nose. I felt the arms on either side of my head gently press against my ears and then get tighter… and tighter.
As the pressure increased, any sounds I could hear became muffled. I could feel the arms now pressing into my temples and I really began to panic. I started screaming incoherently and I now could not move my head one inch. Just as I thought the pressure would surely cause my skull to crack, it stopped. I was absolutely stuck. “What the hell is going on?!” I screamed. I was panicking uncontrollably now, sweating freely and feeling my heart batter the inside of my chest like a pneumatic drill.
I stopped screaming and lay there, immobile, panting like I’d just run hard up a long hill. My eyes were twitching side to side, trying to make out anything in my peripheral vision that might give a clue as to what was going to happen next. All I could now see was the bright fluorescent light above me. I still couldn’t feel anything other than my chest and back, the anesthetic, or whatever he had injected me with, had obviously still not left my system completely. I was about to start shouting again, and I think I even got as far as deciding that I would need to beg to be given any kind of information as to what was going on, when I heard a voice from behind my head.
2.
“Further struggles are pointless” the voice stated. “You are now fixed in place, and further efforts to move your head or body will only result in further damage to yourself”.
The voice was calm, composed, with no trace of an accent. It sounded like that of a lecturer, or a teacher explaining to a pupil why the answer they have given is wrong. “What the fuck is going on?!” I shouted. The fact that this person had now at least responded to me gave me back the feeling of anger and indignation I needed to overcome the fear. “Who are you? Why am I here? What are you doing to me?” I demanded.
“Who I am isn’t important. Why are you here? Happenstance. Luck. Fortuitousness. Call it what you will, but it boils down to being in the right place at the right time. What am I doing to you? I am giving you the chance to become part of history. You will be seen as one of the most ground breaking pieces of art that this country has ever had the honour of witnessing”.
“Part of history? Art? What the fuck are you talking about you nut case? Just let me the fuck out of here, you have no right to keep me here, just let me go”.
“I’m afraid that’s quite impossible”, he replied. “The last stage of this…project, is about to get underway and without you there literally would be no project. However – so you can see the great contribution you are about to make I thought I would show you where things are up to now. Unfortunately, it won’t be possible for you to witness the final stages and… let’s say, assembly, but for your selfless sacrifice the least I can do is reveal that which the art world will soon be venerating”.
Before I could say anything in response, something beneath my back made a ‘clunk’ noise, and then a sound like some sort of motor started up. I felt myself starting to move, my head slowly lifting up. I was obviously on some kind of tilting bed or bench and my tormentor was using some kind of electric motor to lift it toward the vertical. I still could not move at all, but gradually the ceiling moved across my line of vision as I was transported upright.
As I approached being fully stood up, whilst still being strapped onto the table, the thing that my captor wanted me to see slowly crept into my view. It looked like a large, very large, fish tank. It stood about eight feet high, half that in width, but only about two feet deep. It contained a greenish liquid, similar to that in which I saw the phantom foot earlier. But this tank didn’t contain a foot. It held so much more.
“Behold” said the man who had brought me here, “as you can see, the project is nearing completion. I think you can deduce what the missing pieces will be – and your part in this monumental moment in art history”.
The realization came crashing in on me. My brain could not process what my eyes were screaming at it to see. But beyond doubt, what I was seeing was real. I could now work out why I had no feeling in my feet, legs, arms or hands.
Suspended in the green viscous liquid were body parts. Specifically, my body parts. My feet, legs, hands and arms were held in place with wires suspended from the top of the tank. Each limb and extremity had been separated, as though blown apart by some horrific explosion. And in the middle of the limbs was a large space – just large enough to fit the missing torso and head.
My blood was pumping in my temples, the tightness of the vice gripping my head magnifying the pain. My breath was coming in short, sharp, shallow gasps as my eyes unwillingly flicked from one piece to another, making sure that yes, I really was seeing this.
“As you can see, the symmetry of your limbs is quite pleasing. I feel quite lucky to have stumbled upon someone so blessed” the voice said.
I wasn’t paying any attention… I was struggling with the shock, and could feel my gorge rise as my body wanted to express it’s displeasure at this desecration by vomiting whatever it had left inside it.
And the final piece of the nightmare – there was enough light, and reflection in the glass tank, to see myself as I was now. Suspended on this table, clamped in place with leather straps and a brace around my head. Just my head, chest, abdomen and groin were all that was left. It was this further shocking image that finally sent me over the edge, and I began screaming. I let loose such a raw, animal screech of pain and horror that I faintly felt something tear in my throat.
It was clear now, what was left to do. Remove my head from my body, and suspend it in this fluid alongside my limbs. My screams of anguish finally drove the last shred of sanity from my mind.
I was still screaming as I felt the prick of the needle yet again enter my neck, and as my vision darkened the last tear I’d ever cry leaked from my eye and rolled down my cheek.
End.