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Half 1

That is your captain talking. I’ve simply turned on the seat belt signal. We’re anticipating a good quantity of turbulence arising, so we ask that you just please stay seated till the signal is turned off. We’re on tempo to land at Newark Worldwide Airport at 3:30 a.m., the place the temperature is now a light sixty-five levels. Thanks for selecting American Airways and have a pleasant night time.

Norman Parker drained the watery dregs of his whiskey rocks and let the pebble-shaped stays of the ice cubes soften on his tongue. He checked that the person sitting subsequent to him was nonetheless sleeping, then held out his hand to look at its steadiness. The Valium he’d taken simply refused to kick in; he ought to’ve prescribed himself just a few extra for the journey. He may have, after all, however he knew himself, so he hadn’t. That’s alright. There was at all times whiskey. Just a few extra whiskeys and the cussed tablet would don’t have any alternative however to dissolve, wherever the hell it was hiding in there.

“Miss?” he whispered, lifting a hand. He thought he was the one one awake on the aircraft by now. Via the darkish approached the baggy-eyed stewardess.

“Sure, sir?” She yawned.

“One other whiskey rocks, please.”

“Only a minute.” And she or he walked off into the darkness.

He took a protracted breath and exhaled via his nostril. Then he took out a pack of Fortunate Strikes and lit one and dropped the match within the ashtray. The adverts stated 9 out of ten medical doctors selected Camel cigarettes. He questioned what number of different medical doctors went via medical faculty solely to seek out themselves on a aircraft each different day. Would’ve been a better life if he’d dropped out of that surgical program like he’d wished to so many instances. He’d have drank so much much less too.

“Right here you might be, Physician.” The stewardess handed him his drink. He reached out to just accept it, prepared his hand regular. Nonetheless, the ice cubes rattled as he set it on his armrest.

“There’s no reward in any of it honey,” he stated. “Ultimately, this drink is all there may be.”

She smiled politely and went again to her seat, Parker inspecting her posterior as she went. Perhaps the Valium had began to kick in in spite of everything.

As promised, the turbulence started. The person sitting subsequent to Parker stirred and snorted, however by no means wakened. Parker envied the man. The wave of leisure had began coming over him, however he was nowhere near sleep. And no sooner did he lay again and shut his eyes than a hideous, skull-shattering shriek shook him again to his senses.

Parker jerked upright and turned to look over his shoulder, noticing others do the identical. Murmurs of confusion stuffed the cabin. Then the shriek got here once more.

Parker’s instincts took over; the sense of immediacy instilled by years within the ER. The adrenaline burning away all residue of drug and drink as he acquired to his toes.

“Oh my god. Is there a physician on board? Please, is there a physician? Oh my god.”

However he was already on his method. The dimness revealed a determine sprawled over the armrest of an aisle seat, folks standing round with their arms to their faces. The cabin lights illuminated, triggering gasps of horror and bringing Parker to a halt.

Beneath the girl’s dangling darkish hair lay a widening pool of darkish, whereby lay two gory lumps he recognized instantly. Dangling their viscera, two eyeballs stared sightlessly down the aisle.

“Filter out!” shouted Parker. “I’m a physician, give me area!”

The passengers unfold out, shaking and whimpering. The person sitting subsequent to the girl was backed towards the window along with his arms towards his chest.

Parker kneeled subsequent to the girl and took maintain of her wrist.

“Ma’am, are you able to hear me?”

No reply. He felt a pulse; weak, however detectable. “Ma’am?” he repeated. Nothing.

“Is she lifeless?” sobbed a girl. “I used to be simply speaking to her…”

“What occurred?” stated Parker.

“I used to be sleeping… I heard her scream.”

He seemed on the man within the window seat. His eyes had been broad and terrified.

“Sir?”

“I used to be asleep… I… I don’t know…”

Parker seemed down on the sagging mound of darkish hair. Slowly, supporting her neck, he pushed the girl upright into her seat. Two darkish hollows staring again. Eyelids lacerated and hanging unfastened. Parker’s mind appeared to short-circuit; many years of expertise decreased to nugatory fragments. However this wasn’t a affected person. This was a horror.

“Assist her, Physician,” the girl sobbed. “Please, do one thing!”

Parker bit his lip, shook himself out of it. He was a surgeon, dammit, he’d seen worse.

“Deliver me all of the medical provides on board, and land this aircraft!”

No matter passengers weren’t frozen with horror cleared away; rustling via bins for first help provides or operating to the cockpit to unfold the phrase. Parker gathered the girl into an embrace, and ignoring the blood and eyeballs, lowered her onto the ground and lifted her legs onto a pile of carry-on baggage. From close by seats, he grabbed blankets and piled them on high of her. Then he straddled the girl, gently tilted her head again and felt for a pulse in her carotid artery. Her coronary heart was nonetheless beating, however weakly. Once more, his eyes landed on her face. Once more, his mind appeared to freeze. How may this have occurred?

The person within the seat subsequent to her hadn’t moved, solely sat surprised with eyes like two hard-boiled eggs.

“Inform me!” Parker hissed.

The person didn’t reply; solely continued to stare dumbfounded on the bloody mess on the ground. Unable to assume; unable to assist himself; Parker adopted the person’s gaze. The eyes had been transferring. Turning of their pool of gore, the optic nerves winding round like little toes in a puddle of mud. Then the eyes had been taking a look at him.

Uncommonly sturdy arms rose up from beneath and seized his shirt.

Parker shrieked. He stared down into the eyeless face. “I’m a physician. I’m making an attempt to—”

“Shut up, Parker,” she stated. The voice wasn’t certainly one of a girl, however some bloodsoaked tone from Oblivion. “You name your self a surgeon? You couldn’t maintain a scalpel regular in case your life trusted it, Parker. You drunken sot!”

Parker’s mouth quivered. “I’m making an attempt to assist…”

“You possibly can’t even assist your self, Parker.”

“Please let go of me. Let…let go!”

“Let go of your self, Parker.”

The lady’s fingers discovered his stomach. Caressing at first, then winding and grinding just like the blades of a meals processor. The fingernails bit into the flesh, tore pores and skin from muscle, muscle from viscera, so quick, he couldn’t react. The arms had been within him. Unplugging his bowels. Making balloon animals from his guts. He pushed towards the girl’s chest, however she was as much as her elbows in him. Gore cascading down her elbows, falling in clumps onto her sundress. His intestines emptied out like pig slop. The eyes turned away. The aircraft was empty.

“It gained’t be lengthy, Parker…”

* * * * * *

Norman Parker woke with a pant. His shirt was soaked with sweat.

“Are you alright, sir?” The flight attendant was pushing by a rubbish cart and had stopped to have a look at him.

“Sure. Sure, I’m nice.”

“Do you want something?”

“Perhaps a membership soda. Thanks.”

She nodded and walked by. Parker took a serviette and wiped his brow.

It wasn’t uncommon to have goals of ingesting; he’d had loads during the last decade since he’d stop. However by no means a dream like this.

“Dangerous dream, doc?” requested the person subsequent to him.

“Should be nerves,” Parker stated. The serviette he’d used to wipe his brow was already soaked. He put it within the empty plastic cup on his tray. “I by no means sleep properly on planes.”

“Me neither. Hope you possibly can relaxation up earlier than the large surgical procedure.”

Parker checked his watch. “The surgical procedure is scheduled for Friday morning, so I’ll have one other night time to relaxation up. Anyway, being drained isn’t any impediment. I’ve been drained since medical faculty. Come to think about it, I don’t bear in mind working any method however drained.”

“Effectively, I’ll attempt not to consider that the following time I’ve to have surgical procedure.”

“Nah, don’t fear. We will do it in our sleep. Hell, throughout residency, that’s largely what we’re doing.”

“Now, there’s a comforting thought,” the person stated.

* * * * * *

On the lodge, Parker lay stretched out on high of the comforter along with his sneakers on. The dream nonetheless pretty recent in his thoughts. It hadn’t light away like they often do; as a substitute, it stood in his thoughts like some fog that refused to dissipate.

I don’t assume I’ve had a dream so vivid since quitting the drink, he thought. And even these had been fleeting sufficient. This one felt extra like an precise expertise.

He lifted his arm and checked his watch. He prolonged his fingers and let his hand cling there a minute. Regular as a rock. Sixty years outdated, dry for ten. Good for perhaps ten extra years if he stored his enterprise so as. Or, extra importantly, stored his arms regular.

By dawn, it was apparent he wasn’t getting any extra sleep. He made espresso and had a bowl of cereal for breakfast and went right down to the foyer to get a newspaper. He sat studying, having his second cup of espresso, when snapshots of the dream filtered into his consciousness. He set down his cup and folded the paper. After a couple of minutes, he acquired up and headed again to his room. He sat on the desk and opened his laptop computer and introduced up the chart from the hospital’s database.

Rose Marie Friday, thirty-seven years of age, odd-shaped development on the pineal area of the mind. Deemed by most to be inoperable. Want a rush-job? Deemed inoperable? Name Dr. “Second Opinion” Parker. If you happen to can afford the surgical procedure, first-class airfare, and have the power to signal a prolonged waiver, you simply might need a shot in spite of everything.

Ms. Friday, he learn, suffered persistent complications. Sought medical therapy for sleep-related particularities. Particularities. The pineal gland is answerable for melatonin; perhaps the tumor was affecting manufacturing of the hormone. Solely hypothesis. Hardly mattered at this juncture.

On a whim, Parker put the pineal gland in his search engine and introduced up the surgical database he frequented. A bit of refresher by no means harm, even for a mind surgeon. And it had been a very long time since he’d been that deep right into a mind. Or into his personal, for that matter.

The pineal gland. The theological “third eye” to the new-age nuts of the world. Parker clicked casually between no matter articles appeared pertinent, however little extra appeared recognized in regards to the pineal gland since Parker’s faculty days. From its secluded alcove within the middle of the mind, the complete scope of its goal remained a thriller. Loads of doohickey about it; he’d heard a good quantity of it in faculty himself. Some was from an outdated professor of his, Dr. Van Nessen. Way back to the traditional Greeks, he’d defined, the pineal gland was regarded as a mystical eye to see the unseen. A portal to some hidden dimension the place greater consciousness is accessible to these within the know.

Van Nessen had defined the gland is assumed to generate a robust chemical that could be answerable for the phenomenon of 1’s life passing earlier than one’s eyes. He spoke the phrases “could also be,” and “might be,” fairly a bit for a mind sciences course, incomes him the nickname “Van Perhaps” among the many college students.

A wave of exhaustion came to visit Parker. He closed his laptop and lay again on the mattress. What kind of perverted dance was his personal pineal gland doing whereas he had that terrible dream on the aircraft. He’d been ingesting. And smoking. There have been ashtrays on the aircraft. What 12 months was it anyway? Someway, he knew it was 1976.

* * * * * *

1976, a medical scholar, performing properly, however wild as any younger man. Parker and his classmates, sneaking into the medical lab, lifting samples of pharmaceutical-grade cocaine. Consuming within the resident quarters at Holy Cross Hospital. Parker and the others arguing at 3:00 a.m. over who’s the least drunk to take the decision for the affected person with a headache. What a solution to spoil a Friday night time. As normal, Parker took the decision, drunk as anybody, solely one of the best of the group at concealing it.

He composed himself and knocked gently earlier than opening the door. Inside, a girl sat on the sting of the examination desk, naked legs and toes dangling from a paper gown. Lengthy, black hair. Darkish eyes.

“I’m Dr. Parker,” he stated. “What appears to be the issue?”

“I’m Amy,” the girl stated. “It’s a headache. I’ve had it for days. It’s so unhealthy, I can’t even sleep. Do you assume it’s one thing severe?”

“Any historical past of complications? Migraines?” Parker felt a pang of annoyance on the lady for disturbing his night. A headache? She ought to attempt a goddamn medical residency. Parker’s entire life was a headache at this level.

“I’ve had migraines up to now. No less than that’s what I believe they had been. By no means something like this although.”

Parker sat on the stool and took the clipboard from the counter. The nurse had measured the girl’s blood stress at 130/75. No drawback there. He shined his pen-light into the girl’s eyes and watched her pupils shrink towards the sunshine, dilate once more as soon as he shut it off. A bit of slower than normal, maybe, however nothing to trigger alarm.

“I believe I odor alcohol,” the girl stated.

“Disinfectant,” Parker assured her, making an attempt his greatest to hide his annoyance. “It’s a migraine. Have you ever been taking painkillers? Aspirin?”

“I attempted a pair aspirin, however they didn’t assist.”

“Attempt a pair extra,” he stated, “with caffeine. A cup of espresso or tea will do it. The mix makes the aspirin work higher. You don’t want a lot. A bit of dab’ll do ya.”

The Brylcreem slogan was often good for a chuckle, however the lady was too nervous to chortle.

“You don’t assume it’s something severe?”

“Nah. Don’t fear, Amy. You’ve got a superb night time, alright? Really feel higher.”

“Um… okay,” the girl stated.

Parker hurried again to the residents’ quarters to rejoin his pals. He didn’t give the girl one other thought; not till a pair months later, when he acknowledged her title on a clipboard hung outdoors a door on the Oncology ward. When he noticed the analysis on the chart, a black gap out of the blue fashioned in his abdomen.

He snatched the clipboard from the hook and flipped via the pages. A vicious, amorphous tumor had wormed its method via the girl’s brains, consuming her optic nerves within the course of. Inoperable for sure; there wasn’t a surgeon alive who’d be prepared to try to take away this one; to scrape the sprawling, intricate mass away from the fragile nerves and blood vessels it had woven its method via. You would possibly loosen the grip of these cancerous tendrils with repeated doses of radiation, however Parker knew it was far too late to beat it utterly into submission. The lady was doomed. There was simply no method round it.

“She was doomed,” Parker muttered to himself. She had already been doomed when he’d seen her two months earlier. It had already been too late to assist her. Hadn’t it?

Parker checked the file to see if there was any indication she’d come to see him that drunken Friday night time. There wasn’t. Parker hadn’t charted it; he’d been too drunk to hassle. The lady hadn’t bothered spilling the beans both. At this level, she was most likely too sick to recollect.

Parker hung the clipboard again the place he had discovered it and checked the corridor to ensure nobody had seen him studying it. He took a deep breath and composed himself, brushing apart a pang of guilt. There was no method he may’ve recognized the headache was something severe.

Nonetheless, he couldn’t assist trying via the little window on the door as he began to stroll away. There she was. Similar darkish hair, similar darkish eyes. Sightless eyes, he knew; there was no method she may see him together with her optic nerves devoured by most cancers. Nonetheless, the eyes had been open, and so they had been staring proper at him.

He’d by no means forgotten these eyes; not utterly anyway. He’d managed to push them fairly far again in his thoughts, however clearly, they had been nonetheless there someplace. It didn’t take a psychologist to make the connection between the reminiscence and the horrible dream he’d had on the aircraft. However why now? And the way had it been so extremely…actual?

* * * * * *

Parker lay in mattress at 12:30 p.m. watching trashy afternoon TV. Nonetheless exhausted, however no sleep was forthcoming; not till tonight. His thoughts stored wandering again to varsity; that nutty professor, Dr. Van Nessen. He questioned if he would possibly nonetheless be round. Nonetheless residing within the space.

He typed his title into the pc and the search turned up two outcomes.

Not sure precisely why he was doing it, Parker picked up the cellphone and dialed. After a number of rings, a person answered.

“Good day?”

Parker was silent for a second. “Dr. Van Nessen?”

“Talking. Who is that this?”

“Norman Parker. I doubt you bear in mind me. I was a scholar of yours. Thirty-some years in the past.”

“Norman Parker… Do you occur to recollect the topic of your remaining paper?”

Parker thought of it for a second. “No, I’m sorry. Drawing a clean.”

“Actually, Norman? I believed your evaluation of the dopamine/serotonin suggestions loop was relatively properly completed.”

“Wow,” Parker stated. “Your reminiscence is uncanny, Dr. Van Nessen.”

“Name me Harold, Norman. If a person can’t take his ego to the Nice Past, he certain as hell can’t carry his doctorate. And consider me, I’m checked in and ready on the gate.”

“That sounds grim,” chuckled Parker.

“Nah,” stated Van Nessen. “Just a bit senior-humor. So how have you ever fared since taking my magnificent class?”

“I’m a neurosurgeon. Simply flew in to carry out a surgical procedure at Saint Pete’s.”

“That’s phenomenal, Parker. I’m so glad to listen to you fulfilled your potential.”

He sounded genuinely happy for him. And that unbelievable reminiscence. Parker wasn’t certain why he’d known as the man, however he was glad that he did.

“So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your name?” Van Nessen requested.

“It’s a pinealectomy,” Parker stated. “I used to be trying over the charts, considered your class. Needed to see the way you had been doing.”

“I’m so blissful you remembered me,” Van Nessen stated. “Perhaps we may get collectively when you’re on the town. Dinner, maybe?”

Parker had been questioning about dinner. “I’m free tonight,” he stated. “Anywhere in thoughts?”

“There’s an excellent Italian place close by. Simply inform the cab driver to take you to Salitati’s. He’ll know simply the place it’s.”

“Sounds good to me. How’s about… seven?”

“Good. It’ll be good to have some firm. Marie handed on close to ten years in the past. It’s been fairly quiet since then.”

“Sorry to listen to that.”

“That’s alright, Norman, I’m off to fulfill her quickly. So I’ll see you at seven?”

“Salitati’s at seven. I’ll see you there, Harold.”

Half 2

Salitati’s, 7:30 p.m.

“So what’s your secret, Harold?”

“Which clichéd reply do you favor? Good residing? Natural meals?” Van Nessen took a sip of merlot, admired it, put it down. “4 ounces of wine with dinner, however solely 4. Perhaps that’s my secret.”

“Was by no means any assist to me,” stated Parker.

“That why the seltzer?”

“Ten years in the past it will’ve been gin and tonic. With a Valium appetizer.”

“Good for you, Norman. No less than you set it down whenever you needed to. Yesterday has no bearing on at this time.”

“Thanks,” Parker stated. “Inform me: Have you ever maintained your enthusiasm for the pineal gland?”

“Completely,” Van Nessen stated.

Parker went into his jacket pocket and took out the charts. Van Nessen concurrently took the papers and unfolded his studying glasses.

“Pineoblastoma. No biopsy carried out?”

“Tomorrow’s surgical procedure,” Parker stated. “Deemed inoperable. That’s why I’m right here. They name me the Parker Specific.”

“The Parker Specific. I like that.”

“It’s all I do these days. The journey is a ache, however I solely work as soon as a month or so. Generally much less.”

“Brief-order surgical procedure?”

“Effectively, that’s one solution to put it. If you wish to evaluate me to a fry prepare dinner.”

Van Nessen grinned. “Expedited, I ought to’ve stated.”

Parker chuckled. “I’ve acquired essentially the most complete waiver of any fry prepare dinner you’ve ever seen. Lots of my circumstances are surgical procedures nobody else will try.”

“Attention-grabbing,” Van Nessen stated.

“Most of the time, it’s a matter of pulling the set off. I don’t at all times save the affected person, however I at all times save time.”

“Give me an instance,” Van Nessen stated.

“My final case labored out. A person’s son had a slow-growing tumor across the cervical area of his backbone. They’d biopsied it by then—a really uncommon most cancers. His medical doctors wished to shrink the tumor with chemotherapy earlier than having a go at it. The daddy got here to me with ants in his pants and his pockets broad open. His son was fearful about dropping his hair, lacking a season of baseball, you get the thought. So I arrived in Atlanta in eight hours, took care of the paperwork, and I’m in surgical procedure an hour later. Eradicating that tumor was like stripping a dwell wire.” He smiled with satisfaction. “However I acquired all of it. Each final bit.”

“The affected person is doing properly?”

“His physician beneficial radiation for good measure. I doubt they went via with it. All in all, I saved the affected person his hair. However I price his father fairly a bit of cash. So it goes.”

Van Nessen nodded. “And your surgical procedure tomorrow. Have you ever carried out a pinealectomy earlier than?”

“Just a few,” Parker stated. “All nasal. This time I’ll go in between the occipital lobe and cerebellum. Take a look on the MRI there.”

Van Nessen flipped again to the picture and nodded learning it. Parker watched the reverse of the picture within the candlelight via the web page. Such a wierd form for a tumor of that area.

The waiter introduced their orders and so they returned to small discuss for awhile as they ate. Ultimately, Van Nessen picked again up the MRI.

“The thought of it appears so unusual to me. Being and not using a pineal gland altogether.”

“Do you continue to consider all that stuff in regards to the third eye?”

“Positive I do,” stated Van Nessen. “Although most of us by no means actually use it, it appears unusual to have it eliminated altogether. Like a door completely shut, you understand?”

“I’m not precisely the non secular sort,” Parker stated.

“However what made you consider me?” requested Van Nessen. “An outdated professor, by no means touched a scalpel. How did you assume I may allow you to with this?”

Parker took a protracted breath and exhaled via his nostril. “I had this dream on the aircraft. Essentially the most vivid, horrible nightmare I’ve ever had. Perhaps it acquired me serious about my very own pineal gland.”

Van Nessen nodded. “You consider it was greater than only a dream? A imaginative and prescient, maybe? A premonition of issues to come back?”

“I don’t consider something,” Parker stated.

A pause. Parker lifted his proper hand an inch or two off the desk, checking it for steadiness. He didn’t imply for Van Nessen to note, however he appeared to note.

“Do you wish to inform me in regards to the dream?”

“I don’t know,” Parker stated. “Does it actually matter?”

“Effectively, that’s as much as you. If you wish to discuss, I’ll hear.”

A contemplative pause. Parker drummed his fingers on the desk. “You understand what it’s, Harold? It’s simply that I don’t assume up issues like that. I’m good with my arms; I can slice the most cancers from round an artery. I can clip an aneurysm with one arm tied behind my again. However I’ll be damned if I can write a poem, paint an image, and even dream up a dream. I don’t have a inventive bone in my physique, Harold. This dream, it doesn’t really feel as very like I had it as if… as if it occurred to me.”

Parker checked out his arms, realized he was squeezing two handfuls of the tablecloth. He breathed deeply and let it go.

Van Nessen was relating to him concernedly. “You’re solely as sick as your largest secret, they are saying.”

“You assume I’m sick, Harold?”

“It’s solely an expression, Norman.”

“I haven’t had a drink or drug in ten years. Eleven this Could. Perhaps I used to be sick as soon as. However not anymore.”

“I consider you, Norman.” He raised his glass. Parker took a breath, smoothed his tie and raised his personal. They clinked their glasses collectively.

“To the Parker Specific,” stated Dr. Van Nessen.

Half 3

Parker walked into St. Peter’s hospital at 10:00 a.m., checked in with safety and took the elevator to the fourth flooring Oncology Ward. The pinnacle nurse greeted him with out enthusiasm. Clearly, she will need to have heard of him.

“Room 13, Physician. Left down the hallway, final door on the best.”

Parker thanked her and headed down the hallway. Surgical procedure was scheduled for midday; they’d be taking her right down to prep her shortly. In the meanwhile, it was customary to introduce himself and talk about what was to come back. Just a few pleasantries, that was all. Nothing to convey any certainty of the result. She knew herself that was unattainable. Parker supplied hope, however by no means any certainty.

Parker peeked via the window and knocked gently. He entered.

“Ms. Friday?”

The lady’s face was obscured beneath a mop of black hair. Lengthy, black hair. He approached quietly.

“Are you awake, Ms. Friday?”

No response. Gently, Parker reached out and brushed apart a lock of hair.

He froze.

The lady’s eyes had been partially closed; solely the bloodshot whites seen from underneath the strained lids. The malevolent power of the tumor having not solely rendered the girl blind, however pushed the eyeballs themselves midway out of her cranium.

“Ms. Friday?”

   You don’t assume it’s something severe, Physician?

Parker swallowed. He pushed the outdated reminiscence apart. What had her title been? Anne? Amy? It didn’t matter. It was over twenty years in the past at this level. Yesterday had no bearing on at this time—Van Nessen had given him that a lot recommendation.

The lady on the mattress out of the blue reached out and took Parker’s hand. He almost pulled away in shock, however he caught himself. He felt a bead of sweat trickling down his brow.

“Physician Parker?” Ms. Friday stated, the voice a cancerous growl. “Is it you?”

Parker fumbled for a reply. “I’ll do my perfect that will help you, Ms. Friday. I promise.”

“You possibly can’t even assist your self, Parker.”

“W… What?”

“Thanks a lot, Physician.”

Parker muttered one thing reassuring in reply and hurried out of the room, constructive he’d misheard that final remark. It was that dream; that damned dream, nonetheless lingering round in his thoughts.

You’re a mind surgeon, goddammit, get ahold of your self.

But it surely was worse than that. His arms had been shaking, and that was no dream. That was actual life. Two hours to surgical procedure and now his arms had been shaking.

What’s occurring to me?

Parker stood nonetheless for a second, simply respiratory deeply and making an attempt to calm himself. It wasn’t lengthy earlier than that forbidden thought wormed its method into his consciousness. The one he’d had to withstand numerous instances the previous decade; would wish to withstand numerous instances extra sooner or later. However at this time was an exception—a medical exception, no much less. He had an essential job to do. And to try this job, he wanted one factor above all others—regular arms.

Parker opened his eyes. A bolt of adrenaline-laced motivation. He returned to Ms. Friday’s room and went again inside.

Parker picked the cellphone up off of the wall and hit just a few buttons. A second later, he stated quietly: “That is Physician Parker, room 13, Oncology. Please ship up a Valium, 10 mg. Sure, and please hurry. Friday is the title. Rose Marie. Sure. Thanks.”

He hung up. A twinge of hysteria via a cloud of egoic satisfaction. It was drugs, that was all. He was a physician, wasn’t he? Who would know higher than him?

The lady was mercifully silent as he waited for the nurse to reach with the Valium; possible sleeping. The hair was again over her face—a consolation for them each. He stood like a specter within the nook of the room. The lady within the mattress like an in poor health omen.

A knock on the door. Parker opened it instantly. A pharmacy clerk stood with a paper cup, accusing him together with her eyes.

“Thanks,” Parker stated, snatching the cup and shutting the door. Hesitating for a second, he lastly upended the cup and chewed down the tablet. The acquainted bitter tang he remembered from so way back appeared to say: The place have you ever been, Parker? We’re nonetheless the identical. We’ve been right here all alongside. We’ve been ready for you.

He walked out of the room; his arms nonetheless shaking, however the burst of dopamine settling his nerves. He walked the halls. He sat on a bench for awhile and waited. Waited for the scrumptious wave of serenity to scrub over him. That acquainted feeling. The one he wasn’t allowed to have anymore. However at this time; this was his exception.

He checked his watch: 10:30 a.m. One-and-a-half hours to surgical procedure. One hour to begin getting ready. One hour to shake these incessant creeps off of his arms and out of his mind.

Cool down, Parker. It’s simply your goddamn creativeness. So what if she appears a bit of like that lady within the dream? What’s it, the hair? What number of girls have lengthy, black hair?

A lot, Parker supposed. Hell, so did that lady from again in his residency with the mind tumor. The one he despatched house with a pair aspirin solely to return with…

The squeak of a gurney shook Parker from his reverie. Two aides rounded the nook down the corridor making their solution to the elevator. Because the gurney disappeared inside, Rose Marie Friday turned her head to face him. She couldn’t see him; not together with her optic nerves wolfed up with most cancers. Nonetheless, he shuddered. His arms. His arms. His brains.

You couldn’t maintain a scalpel regular in case your life trusted it, Parker!

“Get ahold of your self, Parker. It was solely a dream. Solely a dream.”

Half 4

12:00 p.m.

All eyes on Parker as he walked into the working room. His nervous system felt like a static-charged rug. Ten milligrams of Valium, and he thought he ought to’ve taken twenty. He didn’t really feel a goddamn factor. All he felt was terror.

Calm down, Parker…

The nurses, the anesthesiologist, they had been speaking to him; however all he heard was the white noise of his circulatory system coursing via his ears.

When is that this goddamn tablet gonna kick in? Subsequent Friday? Subsequent month?

Supine earlier than him was the shaved cranium of Rose Marie. On the sterile tray subsequent to him, the bone noticed he’d be utilizing to take away a piece of her cranium. Like opening a door to Hell. Beneath lay all of the darkness of the human situation. No totally different in his personal head, he supposed; or anybody else’s, for that matter. However this was his stomping floor. This was what he did. He may deal with this.

Everybody was taking a look at Parker now. Little doubt they might sense he was stalling. A nurse was standing at his aspect making an attempt handy him a scalpel. He hadn’t even observed her standing there. The clock stated 12:05.

“Physician Parker?” she stated. “Is all the things alright?”

“Every thing is ok,” Parker stated. “How does she look?”

“Horrible,” one of many aides joked.

“She’s secure,” the anesthesiologist stated.

“Good,” Parker stated. He raised a hand to just accept the scalpel. The black gap in his abdomen sucking mercilessly. He turned to the affected person. Positioned one hand on her brow. Re-checked the x-ray. Regarded once more on the lady’s freshly-shaved scalp. He paused. Time round him appeared to freeze. It was very, very quiet.

“Are you alright, Physician?”

The hand holding the scalpel was shaking. Shaking!

You name your self a surgeon? You couldn’t maintain a scalpel regular in case your life trusted it, Parker. You drunken sot!

“I’m making an attempt that will help you, you silly bitch!” Parker bellowed.

Silence within the working room. The nurses, the aides, the anesthesiologist; all of them stood surprised, watching him wide-eyed from behind their masks.

Parker set the scalpel again within the tray, backed away just a few steps. “Keep the place you might be, all people. I gained’t be lengthy. I’ll be proper again, you perceive?”

He didn’t look ahead to a reply; he turned and burst via the double doorways. There was no method round this; he knew what he wanted. It at all times helped these cussed capsules do their job; a bit of grease to assist them go down, that was all. Just a bit drink. A bit of dab. A bit of dab’ll do ya.

“I understand how this appears, Parker.” He was speaking to himself as he walked down the corridor, however someway, it appeared wholly applicable. “However there’s an enormous distinction between a relapse and a medical exception. Any physician would agree. 9 out of ten medical doctors favor Camel cigarettes. Ten out of ten medical doctors agree—a bit of dab’ll do ya!”

He handed by two nurses within the corridor. They slowed down and watched him as he went. He paid no consideration. The absurdity wasn’t misplaced on him; it simply didn’t matter.

Assist her, Physician! Please, do one thing!

“I’m doing one thing! What does it appear to be I’m doing? You assume this job is straightforward? 1976, and a physician can’t get a goddamn drink?”

Parker pushed open the door to the provision room.

“A bit of dab, that’s all. Physician’s orders!”

The door closed behind Parker and he laughed out loud. He didn’t know why he did it, but it surely felt good, so he did it once more.

“‘So what’ll it’s?’ says the bartender.”

Parker sifted via the cabinets till he discovered what he was searching for. He knew in addition to any proficient surgeon that this wasn’t top-shelf stuff, however hey—it wasn’t the nicest bar he’d ever been to both. Apart from, all he wanted was a bit of dab; simply to take the sting off, ya know? Simply sufficient to get that damned tablet to kick in so he may get ahold of himself and do his job. So he may get again to that working room and repair that woman pretty much as good as new. Like she simply walked out of the showroom. He may roll again the mileage to 1976. At the start acquired fucked up.

He discovered what he was searching for and twisted off the highest of the bottle and tilted it again into his mouth. He swallowed. He sputtered and coughed. Drank once more. Drank once more. And once more. He checked his watch: 12:13 p.m. He leaned along with his again towards a shelf of folded towels, feeling the heat develop in his abdomen. It wouldn’t be lengthy now. Not lengthy now.

I gained’t be lengthy, Parker.

* * * * * *

Epilogue

In uncommon information out of Newark, New Jersey, notable neurosurgeon, Norman Parker was discovered lifeless in a provide closet in Saint Peter’s Hospital; the reason for demise: poisoning, on account of consumption of isopropyl alcohol, higher referred to as rubbing alcohol. Hospital staffers stay shocked and confused by the incident, which apparently came about throughout a surgical procedure which Physician Parker himself was imagined to be performing.

Keep tuned for updates as they arrive in, and allow us to take this chance to remind our listeners to safe all drawers and cupboards containing doubtlessly hazardous chemical compounds to maintain them out of the arms of kids. And mind surgeons.  

As at all times, thanks for listening.

Credit score: Geoff Sturtevant (Audiobooks • Amazon • Audible • Fb • Twitter)

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