Safety Net

by: Tate


EMAIL: Tate


“You ready to go shopping, babe?” Jim called from the bottom of the stairs.

“In a few minutes. I had trouble finding my pants, no thanks to you, big fella,” I called back, smiling at the memory of what had occurred about twenty minutes earlier. As I began sliding my right leg into my jeans I felt a hand cover my mouth and a sweet smell overcame my senses…and then  everything went black.

When I awoke there were two men in white lab coats standing over me. They looked identical. I began to blink my eyes; the more I did so, the more the two men came into focus - well, actually it was one man. I must have been seeing double.

I tried to talk.

 
The man in the lab coat - he was a doctor - Dr. Marcov his name tag said, handed me a cup. “Just a small sip,” he said

I took a sip and tried to speak again. “What’s going on? Where’s Jim?” I croaked.

“You are in the hospital. Your neighbour heard some crashing noises coming from your place and found you unconscious in the upstairs bedroom. Now, who’s Jim?” Dr. Marcov asked, concern in his eyes.

“He’s my partner, my roommate. Where is he? We were about to go shopping. He was waiting down stairs for me.”

“There was no one else there, Blair. And according to your neighbour, Mrs. Peters, you live there by yourself.”

“No!” I yelled in disbelief. “I live with Detective James Ellison. Check with Cascade Police. Please,” I begged.

“Okay. I will give them a call if you promise to calm down,” Dr. Marcov said with a sigh and then he left the room.

*I just need to calm down. Once Dr Marcov gets in touch with Jim, he will come and tell that damn doctor that I am not crazy and to let me go home.* At least that’s what I was telling myself, but I couldn’t work out why Jim had left. He was just downstairs. Why didn’t he come and check on me when I hadn’t come down. I was sure he would have heard the commotion. Maybe I had been kidnapped by some crazy medical science organization who want to turn me into some kind of Frankenstein.

At that moment Dr. Marcov returned, interrupting my barrage of irrational thoughts. “I just got off the phone with Detective Ellison. He has no idea who you are, but he did agree to come and speak with you after I told him how adamant you were.”

“Good.” I sighed and slowly drifted off to sleep.

I awoke on hearing Jim’s voice. “Is this him?”

“Yes, it is,” replied Dr. Marcov, “Call me if he gets distressed. He has sustained a rather serious head injury.”

“Yeah, I will doc.”

“Jim?” I asked as I opened my eyes, even though I already knew he was here with me. I felt his presence. “Jim, you’re here finally. I was having the weirdest dream and in it you didn’t know who I was.”

“Well, you're right, Chief. Don’t know you. In fact, I don’t believe I have ever seen you before. Now this is a waste of time. I’m sorry Mr …” he paused as he looked at my chart “… Sandburg.” And with that he turned on his heel and left.

*This is unbelievable! * “Jim!” I yelled. “Jim, come back! Jim!”

Dr. Marcov came running in to my room with two orderlies.

“Mr. Sandburg, you’ll have to calm down or I’ll have to sedate you.”

“No!” I screamed. “Tell Jim to come back!” I tried to sit up but the big, burly orderlies were practically sitting on my chest.

“Mr. Sandburg, calm yourself!” Doctor Marcov yelled.

“Jim!” I felt a prick in my thigh and then a warm fuzziness came over me… then it was black again.

“Blair. Blair, wake up.” Came the soft whisper.

“Jim?” I croaked as I tried to open my eyes. “Jim, is that you?”

“Yeah, Chief. It's me. You okay?” The concern in his voice was strong. I could feel his hands lovingly stroking my hair.

I opened my eyes, blinking a few times, trying to clear the blurriness. “Jim, you know who I am?”

“Of course, babe. You were just having a nightmare. Come here.”

I moved closer into his strong embrace and immediately began to feel safe again.

FIN

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