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Inthrallis – Chapter 55

January 15, 2015

Inthrallis – Chapter 55

Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes
And she’s gone

The bastards had taken his pager but he still had the cellphone. He was imminently more concerned right now with having been stabbed with a hypodermic during the exchange. Secondary to that was the fate of Martin Zewhateverhisname was and Moller’s role in it.

He was My Favorite Martin. R.I.P.

Sitting in the waiting area of the emergency room he was still struggling with whether or not to risk just not getting seen. Could have been anything. Moller didn’t feel drugged in any way he could tell, which would have been preferable to the other possibilities: HIV, hepatitis… bubonic plague…whatever.

The odds of the mugging being random seemed remote at best, but he figured with Martin out of the way, they wouldn’t have been able to retaliate so quickly. The man was Cain’s right arm after all.

Moller waited and watched TV and smiled at the lies flowing across the bottom ticker on CNN. He relaxed into the chair and decided to risk it. He scratched his neck and occasionally his side where the needle had pierced him.

It was twenty-three minutes before a male nurse walked over to greet him.

“Misterrr….Moller. We’ll see you now. Right this way.”

Moller was still staring at the screen. There was a commercial with beautiful people walking around on a bright, sunny day in areas filled with green while the voice-over told of the many possible side-effects of the prescription drug the pretty pictures were designed to sell.

“Mr. Moller? John?”

The nurse waved his hand in front of Moller’s eyes. Then he touched him on the shoulder and felt his neck for a pulse.

The nurse ran over to the reception desk and dialed out to a special number all hospitals had been given by the Department of Homeland Security’s joint task force with the Center for Disease Control.

“Yes. We have one. Here. Now.”

The person who answered the phone sent a quiet query back.

“Yes. Another ‘Rapture Witness’ coma.”

Moller just stared at the pretty pictures.

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