I had an idea for a story this week and was thinking of how I could tell it without throwing 5000 words at my dear readers, when I realized that hey – Tina’s made some two part posts before, maybe I can do that. I’m trying out a few different techniques than I usually use, so feel free to leave comments with any suggestions and I’ll incorporate it into the next one. Let’s call it, Best Friend Surprise.
“This is how I die…” Emon held a hand out to his best friend, Delilah. Watching her hover over his prone figure as the world faded to black.
Then suddenly, he was freezing.
“Nooo! I need that!”
He Feebly waved about before helplessly slumping to the floor.
Delilah giggled while she dragged the stolen blanket over the heap of Emon at the foot of the bed. “You’re such an emo, I bet you don’t even have a sore throat. You’re not fooling anyone drama queen. Get up, let’s go.” She rifled through the nearby dresser and tossed a few articles of clothing at him on the floor. She took special care to land the underwear on his head, laughing all the while.
“No I’m a zombie, quick, get out of here before I eat your head.” The young’s arms flung themselves in opposite directions and then lay still. He let himself embrace the tired aches washing over his body for a moment. Cold droplets showered his nose. Jerking open without permission, his eyes locked onto the glass of ice water hovering precariously to one side directly above his body.
“If you won’t get up, I’m bringing the shower to you young man.”
Two blocks away, Cassandra heard wails of agony drifting in the wind. “It sounds like Delilah used the ice water again. What a delightful young woman.”
About ten minutes later, a Jeep both smelling and colored of lavender drove by, carrying the two teens to their destination.
“The least you could do would be to wave to your mom, jeez.”
Emon lay his chair back and covered his eyes. “But I’m blinded by the light, how should I know who’s out there? Probably just another runner in-”
“Don’t you dare talk to me in song quotes!” Delilah reached over and tickled the young man while he was trying to fall asleep.
“Get your lazy butt out of my car, we’re here.” The two shuffled into the clinic to wait their turn.
“Go get ’em tiger, I’ll wait here.” Delilah began to leaf through a Highlights for kids magazine and waved him off.
Dragging his feet across the waiting room, Emon waved at the waiting nurse. “Hey Mrs. Shannon.”
“Emon, I hadn’t seen you this week. I was beginning to worry. What brings you in today?”
He allowed the gentle teasing to pass and described the symptoms as they navigated to a room. “And it all started last night about an hour after a mosquito bit me. I think it might be yellow fever. Or Malaria!”
She chuckled a moment in return. “We went over both of those last year, you know what the symptoms should be. It sounds like you just caught a cold to be honest. They take a few days to manifest. You probably caught it over the weekend; any parties, grocery trips?” She spent a few more minutes convincing the youth that he was going to survive. “I want you to go home, stay hydrated, get some rest. If you see your mom before I do, let her know I really appreciate her advice; my garden is absolutely blossoming!”
Emon grumbled his thanks and made his way back to the front. “I would’ve still been in bed if Delila-OOF!” His arm went numb as he crashed sidelong into the wall under a heavy body. The two rolled over each other before he was pinned to the floor.
“SHH! It’ll hear you!”
He struggled to wrestle the heavy stranger off of him, but the man was strong. “What are you doing get awa-M HMM MM.” He yelled through the thick hand clamped down on his mouth, but to little effect.
“There’s a man-eating monster about son, you better keep quiet or you’ll bring it down on both of us.”
There was a heavy silence between the two as Emon grasped that something indeed seemed very wrong. The normal sounds of the clinic were completely gone. The two men inadvertently stared at each other, listening to a pair of stumbling footsteps shuffle their way closer behind the door. Then the footsteps stopped. is heart jumped a mile as cold droplets showered his nose from above. His eyes focused on the cold sweat rolling down the older man’s face. He wasn’t sure which of them was trembling, but his vision was shaking uncontrollably.
The thing door exploded inward off the hinges, showering them both in glass. The large man emitted a squeal of terror and the body in the doorway hurled itself at them. The three rolled around the floor in a tangled mess before Emon scrambled clear of the mix. He bolted straight for the door, but hesitated. If there was a way to save the man who’d tried to save him…
Emon turned back and his blood ran cold. Glassy, dead eyes stared hungrily through him as bright red rivulets ran freely down her face. He watched in horror as Delilah took another bite of her newest prey.