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The Accident (Part 18)
Storytime with Wendy
Jim’s Room…
Dr. Marx knocks on the door before letting himself in. I’m lying in bed pretending to sleep. The curtains are pulled, so the room is pitch black before Dr. Marx turns on the lights.
I can feel the presence of a person in the room. Without opening my eyes, I call out, “Who’s there? Is that you, Samuel? Or is it Dr. Marx?”
“It’s me, Jim. I finally had a break in my other work to come and check on you.” Dr. Marx says in a low voice.
“Ah, doctor. Nice of you to come by to see me. I thought maybe I had become Samuel’s patient.” I say sarcastically.
“Samuel is a great assistant, but he’s nowhere near being certified to do the things a doctor can do.” Dr. Marx responds.
“So, doctor, what have you come to tell me this evening? Is my body healing the way you had hoped? Are you ever going to tell me more about this place I am held up in. Wait, I didn’t mean it that way. I just feel like every time I ask a…
