This is a story about a strange hospital and an even stranger visitor.
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written by: Jacob Beach
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about a strange hospital and, and even stranger, visitor, so gather around in this
close,
they put me on the word today. That's what
call it here
the war to the hospital that they send all the ailing who are about to get any better.
I suppose anyone on award just calls it. The ward, though we ain't special,
I've been insane auguries for a few months now and then
different rings, seeing different doctors taking different pills and shots and shit
up and down elevators. Two different departments as if I was Christmas, Shopping Bloomingdale's, instead of dying, doesn't
what's wrong with me. Just matters that they,
and fix it, and I've got nowhere else to go so
Sent me to the ward,
a lot of stories about the ward being
around so much.
Saw them send a lady down there covered in burns from head to toe. Apparently she was stuffed
a house fire.
I haven't ever sooner come out,
at the same place, she went heard the nurses they don't care,
for you as much as they take care of you like
dog, nobody wants. The food is worse. The beds are worse. The air as well
Breathing and all the same errors, thirty other people who are dying same as you. That
another thing about the ward:
there's no doors or walls. It's just open air sure there's Kerr ends, but they're not worth a damn.
The place is set up more like a barracks in a hospital arose
be on either wall, no more than four feet. Apart
get to know one another! Well, I've been
Less than a day- and I know who can't clean themselves, who can't wipe themselves who don't know why they're here and will even don't know who they are,
months on my life, trying to find a way to keep living one
day here and death would be like healing. Maybe that's the point. This is a strange place to be.
Beside me. An old man told me I would get along great with his daughter who,
coming by at three o clock. That was a few
hours ago. Now, I'm just a little bit ago. He acted like you just met me
and said the same. Damn thing again
closing my eyes trying to block out where I was in being the people who didn't know. I over
a woman asking a question to one and the nurses. She
as well have been a leper on the street of Galilee. I peeped an
open and the look of disgust on the nurse's faces was was almost enough to kill me right. How so
one in a position of carrying could hold such animosity towards someone, they don't know, is beyond me ass. She coming
I heard the woman ask who, but
in his voice. May my skin shrink like I was back in school and the teachers, and, unlike what I just said, you know who
woman and like she was pleading for something the man
eyes rolled so hard. They could a bold strike, the woman she said
I'm sure who everything is coming as on their way. That was
the coolest thing I've ever heard.
Vacation as dinner
because all hell, what is this place
once the nurse was gone. I raised my boys what I could raise it to at least
who are you expecting HUN silence?
across the room like a blanket.
Every eye was on me except the few who didn't have the wits.
Every eye turned away. I got
answer
I got no reprimand beyond the looks of concentrated consternation. I closed my eyes again,
wishing I wasn't here-
The woman I asked looked at me wide eyed, the Mai,
Lim player. My eyes
matched her own. This place in and seemed
bidding something so highbrow. Doesn't
so bad, that's not. I heard defeat work, it's
to her voice, and then I heard nothing
at an ear and other boys, the rest of the night. Eventually I began to doze,
The lights stimmed in the hall and through the ward, the very air became hushed my ear
I have never once heard such silence. There was always
Some sound, but not then, footsteps broken. My collapse of thunder
a shadow appeared on the title for stretched out and fuzzy becoming clear, as the footsteps grew louder, a figure and asleep
Address came from around the corner and carrying a strange case, though
we stand by our face was so pale. You could still see it was clean sky.
Like a bar of soap, her hair dark,
click the dress, both hanging down to her knees. She wanted
the bad rose her most,
were where unnatural and fluid
so elegant
around the room.
We're on her, but you could tell them
look away. She moved
herself, so she was directly in the middle of the room. Then
turned slightly
deliberately to me,
side of the room. Every ship,
or across the room for me sunk. Looking
was relieved like sold
is being told. They can go home whatever way,
side of the room dropped. My side picked up tension built to fear.
She opened her case and pulled out a polished, violin. Fine,
smoking instrument I ever saw and above her face
fix to appoint on the wall unblinking anchored,
she lifted boat, a string and immediately my ears heard the most beautiful music. I ever remember hearing
The sound was crisp
the walls seem to be absorbing and wanting to take it in. For themselves, instead of bounce it around the room like they ought to, it was
this particular hall was made precisely for the sound of those strings, the melody
left it through the room. It drew tears.
Every eye, the notes for such,
mix of mourning and hope. Like a sudden Baptist
women, singing amazing grace at a child's funeral.
I closed my eyes savouring some of this pleasure every other I state
lewd write to her
and yet a much enjoyment in a while? So as letting myself,
x and peace.
I opened my eyes. I lost my bed
inspire a moment. I looked.
Middle the room, but she had moved too.
Closer to the bed. On my side now I had in her
stop playing
I hadn't even heard any footsteps, and yet she had moved
I watched her now with the same intensity as everyone else in the room after
short time ago
became clear. She was heading straight for the
space between the third and fourth bed. The third bed, as it happened, was empty, as for bed, for
The look of pure terror on the man's face was something to see. I didn't know a person's face could hold such fear.
and silently. He look like
he was screaming,
but the violence we boys went and allow such discord. The woman Ray
the foot of the bed ass, she did, I would have done
She grew taller.
Or maybe the man some deeper. She took a step toward the bed toward the man, not looking at him just staring for another step,
Relax the bow lifted from the strings and the music slowly faded away,
Hung around even after she stop playing as though
wanted to hold on to it. Her gaze finally broken
and fell onto the man he appear petrified
Her hand gently some to his forehead, her
motion justice fluid as our music, all at once
one struck the man his chest rose
and sink steadily under his covers the woman,
gone to bed at the waist. Putting her
out to the man's ear, whispering,
something to him
The man's eyes grew. He
He then one long deep breath and its chair
no more. She
rose from the bedside
turned around any media,
We walked out of the ward, the lights went out and none of us spoke
We all just pretend like. We were ok enable too,
sleep the whole rest at the night at some point
we must have believed our own eyes and actually fell asleep. When I woke up there
gathered around man who just got the private serenade. It was surreal,
Those people left a man one day,
eating drinking speaking, the next gone
from his bed unto his journey his entirely
life has done his ex.
Science is now mean nothing his men.
Greece erased from the universe in these
carrying him. Him out are just having a day at work which for forget luck
before their own knives and memories fade away. The rest
The room is doing their best to act like it's just another day
most of their days involve staring off into nothing and hoping the time goes quick. So it's
not like it was a hard job, but still I could tell
Most of them were faking, pretending
Just like me
What we saw last night didn't happen
this man just when an wasn't taken,
but we on you
hardly any of us spoke a word and fewer.
Opened our eyes eyes anymore than we had to
live through the day like a man walking to the gallows
We only did what made the day less difficult. We
nothing that might cause us the sin of enjoyment, as that would do nothing
bring the terror of the night to a sooner.
The light cast into the room by the sunset, though filled
through sterile shades, was some of the most beautiful
right I never seen a day so
ugly punctuated by a light. So lovely was something that made my stomach turn like. Whoever
was it charge of the worst and most twisted sense of humor. The last of the nurse
clear the room and the evening ten
I'm never had an easy life and I have seen some people broken
knowing nothing, but more breaking was coming. Nothing compared to the faces in this room, some pretended to sleep.
Some naive actually try to. I have heard people say: smart people
The fear of the unknown is the most fundamental and intense fear of person knows. I tell you that cannot be any further from the truth.
When you know that you're and is coming. That's when you
More scared
you hear, someone behind him is less afraid and one who sees a gun held to his face tat was all of us.
We knew we were about to get killed. We just didn't know
Precisely which one of us it was gonna, be the footsteps, faded and again tap tap,
tapping along the tile for the
again growing into focus the same posture, the same
Who would motion?
same relief from the other side of the room when she turned her long, dark body toward my side
the music was just ass, beautiful ass, the last time,
this was only solace, but then
were certainly embedded knowing just knowing would be.
Accompanying them later. On this time I watched.
I watched her feet and the tile looking promotion.
Watching that woman's body was like watching the moon you
no, with all your head that it's moving, the good luck trying to
Vince your eyes of any of that.
I think my hands figured it out before I did. I was feeling there
but certain to my shirt, which made me realize she was moving
whether I knew it or not.
He was heading in my direction, a damn.
Myself for thinking this, but after noticing
I hope she was going to either the people next to me.
Woman chose me.
There was a burning in my eyes, I watched.
Thinking my pulse
making my hands trembled my eyes, twitch, the FAO,
of my shirt was dumping as if my heart was just inside its buttons.
The bow, stopped moving and she lifted it away from the violin
Her then form started to rise. Above me, up close
I saw her face. I had an
For a natural shape, but the damn might do nothing to mass. It's me
this. It's
too hard to pronounced, but worst to him or her eyes. They stand, but none at all
as, if makes some of those orderlies this.
Just today of work.
Like. She won't even deign to look at me as she is about to take my life, my past
my now, my next, my everything she step closer
the air chilling ass. She approached mighty
began to chatter, though I try
keep my job clinched. My arms
but like they were made of lead, as I try to hide
no matter how hard I lifted. They stayed on my chest. Weighing me down, I gas or air
faster,
more shadow, she
reached my side and her gaze broke from nothingness and fell on to me. My
this cannot tear away from her
Are trying to escape its cage bones my pulse
pushing on my skin.
The gray of our eyes. Pierce through my soul, broke from my chest and begged me to hold on
her hand reached out and slowly fell to my forehead. I swear it. Blistered from the cold on her touch
all my heat, my blood, my sweat, my spirit
ran through me and into her hand, darkness faded in.
Surrounding me. She
and been down her back
bidding in a way. No body should her mouth touching my ear. Her breath sickly sweet like rotten fruit, all selling.
Blackness, as I heard her voice break into the dark and silent void. We must
deeper into greater pain for is not permit.
That we stay.
This serious was pretty
by Ashley Flowers and David flowers. This episode is written by Jacob Beach and read by Samantha were
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