Night shift (Part Three)
I’ve chopped the flash, so it meets the requirements. Nothing new here, just shorter form of chapter two, which now extends into a third one. Forth one to come
John found he couldn’t sleep. He twisted in his bed, but daymares kept appearing in his mind. He needed to find Sanctum St. He needed to know.
Midday struck and John started the engine of his car, driving down to 3rd Ave.
Arriving on spot he looked for signs, numbers, graffiti, anything indicating that a street named “Sanctum” existed there. Nothing.
He asked around. No one had heard of it.
He was starting to get impatient, stomping in one place, chasing ghosts.
John was about to give up when he saw a homeless man walking out of an alley, pushing a broken shopping cart. He suddenly got an idea.
“Hey you, wait. Was there ever a Sanctum street here? Or have they renamed some street like that recently?”
The man stayed quite until John gave him 20 dollars.
“Nope sir. Never was, never heard of a rename. I’ve lived here all my life!”
“What about an ambulance? Have you seen one going into these alleys?”
The old man then quivered and shook his head, stepping back, saying “No”.
That was good enough for John.
The hospital was into doing some illegal stuff around here. Sanctum might be a code name, a meeting spot. Or a person.
“Sanctum needs more”
More what? Drugs, money? Organs?
John grew more curious.
He went back to the hospital. Day shift teams were still there. He walked over to a group of chatting paramedics.
“Excuse me. I’m John, from the night shift. I work with Sam. I was wondering has either of you received a call for an emergency on 3rd Ave. and Sanctum St? We got one few days back, but it seemed to have disappeared and no one recalls giving it to us. Any clues?”
They stared at John like he had just grown a second head. One man however spoke to him.
“There’s no such street there. You seem to have heard wrong. Why don’t you go and have some sleep before your shift? You look…tired”
John nodded and walked off.
They were hiding something. The tone with which that guy spoke was cold. Threatening.
John went straight up to Doctor Brown’s cabinet.
“John right? How can I help you?”
John showed him the snapshot from last night.
“I want to know what does this mean. I want to know what kind of games you are playing at this hospital. Is everyone involved? Why is Doctor Lewis not calling me back? Did he suspect you? He found out and you had him removed is that it? But he sent me, before that because he knew I would figure it out and expose you. Am I right so far Doctor Brown?”
John breathed heavily, satisfied with his deduction. Of course this whole thing explained the absence of Lewis.
“John, you are so, so terribly confused. If I had known night shifts will have such effect on your health I would never ask for your transfer here. I begged Lewis to send me a capable man. Oh, it’s my fault. You need help John. There is no conspiracy for you here”
Before John could say more, the security came in, twisting his wrists behind his back, dragging him out of Doctor Brown’s cabinet.
“Sedate him and tie him up in room 4. He’s dangerous like this.”
John knew he had to break loose. He bit one of the guards on the hand until blood tickled his tongue.
That was enough for him to tear off the guard’s grip and to dash down the hall and into the parking lot where his car waited.
He dialed Sam.
“Come on pick up!”
“Sam, it’s me John. I need your help. Something seriously wrong is going on in the hospital. Brown just tried to sedate me. The day shift teams are in it too. All leads to this Sanctum St. Meet me at 3rd Ave. in twenty minutes.”
John tossed the phone on the passenger seat.
What the hell was happening?!
The answers were somewhere there, in the invisible cross-path of 3rd Ave. and Sanctum.
John drove faster.
“I have to trust Sam on this” He thought, gripping onto the steering wheel.
He then heard a loud honk and everything went into a pitch black silence.
To be continued…