They Came Calling

Published by Mike Jones at Smashwords

Copyright © 2012 Mike Jones

ISBN: 9781301601097

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Mr. Abbot!”
There was a knock at the door. The door opened.
“Mr. Tony Abbot?”
It was my time. I had been waiting for this moment and now it had arrived.
“Yes,” I replied.
I slowly got out of bed and into the wheelchair the nurse had wheeled into the room. Over my head and feet she put some sort of paper covering with elastic bands to keep them in place. I must have looked as though I was going down for the electric chair. I said my good-byes to my darling wife. She was so sweet. She had not been well herself for sometime now. There was silence as I was wheeled into the corridor then into the lift and down to the basement. As we got out of the lift I could see lights coming from an open door at the end of the corridor that I was being wheeled towards. As we approached the temperature was getting colder. Then we arrived at the room. It was like going into a large fridge. It was cold with bright lights and a large, long table in the centre of the room. It looked to me like something a butcher would use for cutting up meat.

“Hello! How are you?” questioned a warm and friendly voice.
It was the assistant. She was covered from head to toe. She looked at me with warm eyes.
“I am fine,” I replied. “Maybe a little cold.”
I was wearing nothing except that gown that they give you. You know, the one where your backside is always on show.
“Come on, let me help you.”
The assistant helped me onto the table in the middle of the room. She told me to lie on my back. The nurse with the wheelchair turned and left the room. Once again there was silence. The assistant was moving around, getting me ready. She applied sticky pads to my chess. Then she connected me to a machine and covered me with a blanket to keep me warm. She held my hands. Her hands were soft warm and reassuring.

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