Stephanie walked slowly toward the sound. She was certain no one would walk quickly to the sound she heard. OK so maybe the sounds she heard would draw in a paramedic, an ER Doctor, a triage surgeon or quite possible a horror film aficionado. As she walked deliberately across the floor she noted the carpet give beneath her feet. She glanced around the room which had in time emptied of occupants. As she reached the door, with slight hesitation she wrapped her hand around the knob and turned. At the first separation of door from jam the sound intensified and she stopped; stopped cold. She steeled her nerve to press on down the hall. The hallway was linoleum and her heels clacked loudly mingling with the sounds of horror. She clacked her way to the curtain concealing the unspeakable. With a trembling hand she drew back the curtain. The scene she witnessed sent a chill down her spine and sadness to her heart. There, lying prone and helpless with limbs flailing was Tony; her Tony. He was there at her urging. He didn't want to go. He was affraid. How could she have known it would happen this way, it was just a root canal. Boy was Tony going to give her hell when he was able. Stephanie made a note to send her Dentist a nice card; just because...
Inspired by Dice :)
Inspired by Dice :)
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