The Thing in the Corner (Conclusion)
Upstairs, Mrs. Fraccin could stand it no longer.
“Raymond? Are you there? You’ve got to do something about that awful stench. It is just too much. Are you there?” she called down from the top of the stairs.
At that moment a thunderous roar shook the house.
“Oh my goodness. Now that is too much.” Mrs. Fraccin came gingerly down the stairs. She walked over to the basement door and knocked on it tentatively. “Raymond? Are you in the basement again? What’s going on down there?” She knocked louder still, then opened the door, peering in. The smell hit her immediately, like the oily floor of the San Francisco Fisherman’s Wharf fish market on a hot day.
“What in Heaven’s name are you doing down there? Are you cooking salmon again? You know how much I hate fishy smells, Raymond.”
Sam woke up to the sound of Mrs. Fraccin’s voice. “Help,” he croaked. “Help! Help me!” he yelled much louder this time, hoping his voice would carry.
“Who’s down there? Raymond, is that you?”
“No, it’s me, Sam Hayes. I’m…I’m Dr. Fraccin’s assistant. I’ve had an accident. Please…you have to call 911. I’ve broken my leg.”
“Oh my goodness. I’ll call Raymond right away. He’s probably just at the hospital.”
“No! No! Don't call him!" he shouted, then he realized how desperate he sounded. He continued, but softer, "I’m sorry, I mean, no please, I don’t want to bother the doctor. I’m afraid if he finds out how clumsy I was, well, he’ll fire me and I need the job badly to support my poor, sick mother. Please, maam, please just call 911 and have them send an ambulance. I have my own insurance and they'll pay for everything. Please, I’m in a lot of pain here.”
“Well, alright. I would come downstairs but I have pretty bad arthritis, don’t know if I could make it back up.”
“No! I mean, that won't be necessary. Please, just call 911. Thanks maam.” Pleaded Sam.
“Well, it seems very irregular if you ask me. Very irregular. But I suppose if you’re in pain…”
“Oh yes. Lots of pain! Owwwww!”
“Alright, just sit tight. I’ll call the ambulance.”
“Thank you, maam. Thank you very much.”
Sam heard the door close upstairs and tried to sit up, but he was too weak to move. He wanted to sleep but he was only a couple of feet from the knocked-out, tulip-faced, snake-tongued froggy monster.
Sam couldn't help but wonder where this strange creature came from. Now that he could see it up close, he realized that if he himself had not been injured, he probably could have overpowered it, or at the very least avoided it, since it was, after all, chained to the wall.
Then Sam got pissed. That fucking lunatic bastard Dr. Fucking Frankenstein Fraccin! Well, once the ambulance got here, he would have some ‘splainin’ to do Lucy. Evil maniac prick’s going to jail for life dammit!
Sam was too tired to stay angry and the last thing he thought he remembered before he fell asleep was seeing the Thing get up and climb back into the corner, where it covered itself with an old dirty blanket.
When the EMTs came to get him fifteen minutes later Sam was passed out from blood loss and fatigue.
Sam’s vision flickered in and out of focus as he came to. Dimly, as through a thick fog, he saw fluorescent lights above him as he was rolled down what could only be a hospital hallway. He felt the IV in his arm and the tight straps holding him down.
He heard voices as if from far away,
“Thanks, guys. I got it from here.” He saw the two EMTs pass him, giving him the thumbs up, while someone else pushed his gurney from behind. He was pushed into an elevator. The button was pushed, and the elevator doors shut. Although he was still dizzy and disoriented, Sam felt certain that they were going down. He didn't immediately think anything of it, too tired and doped up. When a little later the doors of the elevator opened, Sam felt a chill draft and a few moments later as they passed some cars, he realized he was in an underground garage.
“Wait a minute, this isn’t right. Where are you taking me?” groaned Sam, trying to sit up but straining against the straps.
The gurney stopped abruptly, the metal wheels creaking.
Dr. Fraccin stepped around and leaned down over Sam, a heavy clipboard in his hand. “Hello, Sam. Good to see you again.”
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