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The cold is deadening, eviscerating. But how do I feel it? Am I not dead already? How do I hear voices?
“…heartbeat….“ “—shocking…” “…..mix-up” “chemicals ….wrong combination” “ ….tell them?” ….truth…. fired…” “…. inject again…” “..won’t do it …” Voices that seem to come from afar, rising and receding.
The rest of my body is solidly unmoving, except for my stubborn heart thunderously thudding in my rising and falling chest. The long, cold, unmoving silence is broken by clear voices.
“We have two choices – inject him again with the right chemical combination this time or hand him over….” A strong, authoritative voice.
“I say, inject, save our jobs.” A weak, nasal voice.
“Thank God I saw the faint beat on his chest just before I dug in with the scalpel.” A gruff, abrasive voice. “The coroner who declared him dead is the one who should be sacked.”
“I wonder why he survived.” A clear, curious, female voice.
I realise I am naked. My body starts to shake as the cold air presses down on it even as the cold from the metal table bites into it. Slight shivers turn into violent trembling. I hear footsteps hurry towards me. I pry my eyes open to see four blobs hovering around me, three on one side and a solitary one on the other.
“Hurry,” says the strong voice, “we need to get him warmed up ….he’s gone into hypothermia.” They draw something light over me but the trembling continues. “This sheet isn’t enough, we need a blanket or something warm.”
“In an autopsy room?” the gruff voice is sardonic. “The sheet we put over corpses is not to keep them warm.”
“A coat, does no one have a coat?” the strong voice is anxious.
“Doctor, we cut open corpses here, not revive them.” Feet hurry away and hurry back. Something thick lands over the top half of my body and another on my legs.
Someone extracts my hand and starts rubbing it. Soon, my other hand is being rubbed, then my feet.
“I guess we’re not injecting him then…” says the nasal voice.
“This is a miracle,” says the female voice. “Maybe he’s innocent.”
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( …. to be continued)