Quantum Voyeur

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In the previous episode, readers voted that even though Alana believes he may have had a heart attack while he was assaulting her, Bob lives.

Episode 9

I look down at Bob laying there helpless on the floor. He could be dead from what I did. He could fall into a coma. I just wanted him to leave me alone.

A couple of medics rush into the room carrying medical bags. One of them, a young woman with friendly eyes, comes to my side. The other, an older man, drops down to Bob’s side.

“Alana, are you okay?” the medic with the friendly eyes asks me.

“Bob attacked her,” one of the guards tells the medic.

“I am fine,” I insist.

The medic working on Bob takes his pulse and listens to his lungs.

“I am fine,” I tell the medic with the friendly eyes. “Just please help him . . .”

One of the guards pats me on the shoulder. “You are a good woman, Alana. This man attacks you, and yet you care about his well-being… Maybe you really are more advanced than we are . . .”

“I’d let the bastard die,” the other guard says.

I look down at Bob. I do feel bad about what happened, but I am glad I am alive, after-all.

Dr. Conners comes rushing into the room. Jason follows in closely on his heels. Three more security people flank them with guns drawn.

“Somebody tell me what happened here!” Dr. Conners orders.

The medics have torn Bob’s shirt open and have connected him to a defibrillator.

“Bob had a breakdown and attacked Alana. . .” one of the first security people tells Dr. Conners.

“How did this happen?” Dr. Conners asks angrily. “Why didn’t the security camera pick this up right away?”

One of the security people takes a step backwards. His gaze falls away from Dr. Conners.

“We don’t know sir. Somehow the cameras were all taken off-line. We corrected the problem immediately.”

Dr. Connors shakes his head. “Mr. Cash will not be happy. This malfunction is unacceptable.”

“He has no heart beat and isn’t breathing. We need to shock him, ” one of the medics informs Dr. Conners.

“Do it!” he yells.

“Clear!” the medics shout.

Sound of the defibrillator charging fills the room. Bob’s body shakes like a fish forced out of water as they jolt him.

I shake my head. Poor Bob, if he had just left me alone, none of this would have happened.
Jason puts a blanket around me. It’s a nice gesture even though I am not cold.

“Are you OK, Alana?” he asks me.

Dr. Conner takes out a penlight and flashes it in my eyes. “Follow the light please Alana,” he asks.

I concentrate on the light. It helps me take my mind off Bob.

“Still no sinus rhythm!” I hear one of the medics say.

“Shock him again,” Dr. Conners orders them while still paying attention to me. The sound of the defibrillator once again grabs my attention.

“Clear!”

I hear a zap, the thud of Bob’s body bouncing off the floor. Then a steady, beep, beep, beep. . .

“We have a heartbeat,” one of the medics says. “It’s weak and thread like, but it’s there.”

Dr. Conners is still more interested in my eyes than Bob. “Fine, have him moved to the infirmary ASAP.” Dr. Connors looks at Jason. “Let’s get Alana out of here so she doesn’t have to see this.” Dr. Conners looks at his watch. “I believe she was supposed to do a debriefing with Mr. Cash and I in a few hours. Perhaps, we can get that out of the way now?”

Jason takes a step forward towards Dr. Conners, positioning himself between Dr. Conners and myself. I can tell he is going to protest.

“Dr. Conners, I think Alana could use a bit of rest before she goes through her debrief,” Jason says. “Especially after what just happened.”

Dr. Conners touches his earpiece. I know he is getting information / orders from Mr. Cash. I am actually surprised Mr. Cash isn’t here.

“The debriefing room is a very secure and quiet area, she will be fine, Jason.” Dr. Conners says.

Two more medics arrive at my doorway with a stretcher. They are about to remove Bob.

Dr. Conners looks past Jason to me. “Alana we shall see you in an hour. Jason will escort you. It’s time to talk about the last voyage.”

I feel fine, not tired at all. Jason looks at me. Sometimes, I swear he can read my mind. Or maybe it’s all in my head? I feel worried. Worried for what could have happened to Bob. He could still die, and I would be responsible for that. These thoughts keep racing through my mind, nonstop. What have I done?

Jason touches me gently on the shoulder, “Alana, you haven’t done anything wrong. . .”

Oh my, I think Jason knows, he knows what I did.

Jason continues, “Bob has been here a long time. . . He has a lot of issues. I’m actually surprised it took him this long to snap.”  Vote below on what will happen next or if viewing from email, click Take our Poll.

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