Episode 17: Voices- Saving Dr. Jill

Episode 17- Voices

Get to Dr. Jill’s office NOW!

The voices boomed louder and with more clarity than ever. Black bubbling leaden ooze nauseated him. Fear induced sweat popped from every pore as the adrenalin pumped his heart to palpitation. He knew what he would see. Grant forced this situation; the plan was set in motion and he had to finish his tasks. Epi-Pin at the ready, he sprinted down the empty hall in newly stolen street clothes.

You’re not moving fast enough.

His brain cried with fear. He could not live without Jill. She had saved his life too many times, and she was going to die. The voices screamed urging with the unknown. They were always certain, but their intensity was new.

Grant ran faster; he slid around the corner grabbing the knob to the office door. It was locked but he saw the melee inside. Jenkins hovered over Dr. Jill’s frail body. The black ground writhed around her beautiful face; she was dying.

“Jenkins! Jenkins! LET ME IN!” He wrathfully shook the door; this was not what he wanted. Christ, how did I let them talk me into this?!?

This was not an option. This had to be. She’s not going to die. You will save her.

For the second time ever, Grant did not believe them.

Jenkins danced toward the door motioning to his ears and shrugging with upturned hands. No remorse or acknowledgement of her pain echoed in his eyes; he was a tool. This was all Grant’s doing. Jenkins turned his back to the door and threw his bouncing ass skyward. With one hand on the floor, he began his favorite Vanilla Ice video recreation while taking small, bent steps toward the passed out puffing Dr. Jill. Her breathing was labored and her body reminiscent of summer blueberries.

Oh now STOP
Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with a brand new edition
Something, grabs a hold of me tightly….

Jenkins grabbed Dr. Jill’s neck in his fattened hands and began to shake her violently.

This was not part of the plan.

“Jenkins! LET GO!”

Break the fucking window.

Grant dumped the contents of this paper bag. The world slowed to viscously thick honey as the toothbrush clattered to the linoleum. He wrapped his fist in the bag and slammed the window. Icy glass shattered and tinkled into the office and scattered amongst escaping arachnid bodies. He grabbed the inside knob and flung open the door.

We didn’t know about this. This ruins the plan for re-entry sans discovery. They’re going to know there was a problem.

“Irrelevant, I’m not coming back!”

Let’s not debate now, Grant. Let’s stay calm and save the Doc. Let’s keep our head and save Sally.

“OUR? Mine! My Head. My daughter. My doctor. None of this belongs to you!”

We are YOU, Grant. Debate later. Save now.

He flung Jenkins away, fell to Dr. Jill’s unbreathing side and slammed the epinephrine into her thigh. She immediately gasped for air. Spiders clung to her curls and skittered up the wall for safety.

Wait for her to open her eyes, then hug her and leave. You can tell her you love her if you want. It won’t disturb the plans.

“Fucking assholes.”

Cause I’m an asshole-e-o-eooooooo

“Yes, Jenkins, you are. What the fuck were you thinking?” He ranted from the floor holding her delicate shoulders in his arms.

“I thought you told me to kill her.” Jenkins non-lyrical voice was higher pitched than Grant expected. His eyes held hurt. He didn’t want to disturb the plan.

Did he just talk? We weren’t expecting that either.

Grant threw the overalls at Jenkins. “Change, man. We’re getting out of here, NOW.”
He rifled through Jill’s purse to find keys and thirty-three dollars then returned to her side cradling her now normally breathing body lovingly.

Dr. Jill’s eyes fluttered open to see Grant gazing down, “Spiders. Did you know about the spiders?”

“I love you.” He placed her head gently to the floor and exited quietly with his favorite madman.

Once in the empty hallway and safely away from her office Grant began his attack. “That was dicked, man. Why would you strangle her? Why would you want to hurt her?” Grant slammed fists into the softened parts of Jenkins arms and belly and side while Jenkins crumpled from the blows.

Do you really want to hurt me?
Do you really want to make me cry?
Do you really want to hurt me?
Do you really want to make me cry?

No time. No time. Go. Get him up. Get out.

They rushed into the stairwell and flew down the steps three at a time into the darkness of night.