[The Woman Who Witnessed Death Upon Death]
The crowd gave a wide berth and I was able to catch my breath in the chair while the man who had brought the boy in sat on his knees in next to the child with his hands held out as if reaching for the boy who seemed to be just out of reach, yet the man was certainly close enough to touch the boy's pale skin if he wanted.
The boy's eyes had rolled back into his head and then fluttered open and closed rapidly before slowing down and finally closing completely, leaving the impression that he was sleeping or even dead, but I was sure that his body was shutting down on him, so I glanced around the room for a gurney and shouted to the man with the swirling voice [italics] lift him up carefully [italics], because they boy had ceased sezuring and we needed to get connected to an EEG and some oxygen, while I pushed through the growing crowd to the gurney I had seen in the corner that had been stripped of its sheets, and pushed it back over to the boy.
Once he was secure on the bed, I leaned over him to check his breathing, which was quite shallow and not at all what I wanted it to be, before I thanked the man with the swirling voice and started to wheel the boy for a second time down a hallway, but the man shouted [italics] I'm coming with you [italics] and started to run behind me, which is not at all allowed and violates a few hospital rules, but the entire hospital was still in a state of collective panic and no one was slowing down to inform him that he had to remain in the waiting room with the rest of the gawking onlookers, so we rushed through the hallway with the wallpaper covered in [was it trains or airplanes?] to the nearest EEG with one nurse following.
I tried to keep my eyes forward, but I found myself glancing down at the boy as if I would suddenly find him awake and healthy, but instead his head rolled slightly back and forth as the gurney shook on its loose wheels and his left leg seemed turned impossibly inward, all the while his face remained blank and his eyelids closed, and the man stayed right next to the cart, his hand on the side railing as if he were helping to guide me along when really he had no idea where we were headed, and the nurse tried to keep up with us because she had been ushering around blind and injured patients all day without so much as a cup of coffee or five minute nap, something that I had managed to accomplish while experiencing some sort of mental breakdown over the fact that I was completely certain me and everyone else in the hospital had died and been revived during the Light.
Once in our room, the nurse busied herself with connecting the boy to the EEG and sliding the small plastic oxygen tube over his head and into his nose, while I
The crowd gave a wide berth and I was able to catch my breath in the chair while the man who had brought the boy in sat on his knees in next to the child with his hands held out as if reaching for the boy who seemed to be just out of reach, yet the man was certainly close enough to touch the boy's pale skin if he wanted.
The boy's eyes had rolled back into his head and then fluttered open and closed rapidly before slowing down and finally closing completely, leaving the impression that he was sleeping or even dead, but I was sure that his body was shutting down on him, so I glanced around the room for a gurney and shouted to the man with the swirling voice [italics] lift him up carefully [italics], because they boy had ceased sezuring and we needed to get connected to an EEG and some oxygen, while I pushed through the growing crowd to the gurney I had seen in the corner that had been stripped of its sheets, and pushed it back over to the boy.
Once he was secure on the bed, I leaned over him to check his breathing, which was quite shallow and not at all what I wanted it to be, before I thanked the man with the swirling voice and started to wheel the boy for a second time down a hallway, but the man shouted [italics] I'm coming with you [italics] and started to run behind me, which is not at all allowed and violates a few hospital rules, but the entire hospital was still in a state of collective panic and no one was slowing down to inform him that he had to remain in the waiting room with the rest of the gawking onlookers, so we rushed through the hallway with the wallpaper covered in [was it trains or airplanes?] to the nearest EEG with one nurse following.
I tried to keep my eyes forward, but I found myself glancing down at the boy as if I would suddenly find him awake and healthy, but instead his head rolled slightly back and forth as the gurney shook on its loose wheels and his left leg seemed turned impossibly inward, all the while his face remained blank and his eyelids closed, and the man stayed right next to the cart, his hand on the side railing as if he were helping to guide me along when really he had no idea where we were headed, and the nurse tried to keep up with us because she had been ushering around blind and injured patients all day without so much as a cup of coffee or five minute nap, something that I had managed to accomplish while experiencing some sort of mental breakdown over the fact that I was completely certain me and everyone else in the hospital had died and been revived during the Light.
Once in our room, the nurse busied herself with connecting the boy to the EEG and sliding the small plastic oxygen tube over his head and into his nose, while I
