The nurse glared at Lincoln with what he could only describe as malice.
“Malachi? Can you hear me?”
Lincoln frowned, turned and looked behind him to see who she was speaking to.
Seeing no one, he turned back to the nurse to see her staring at him, as though waiting for something to happen. “What?” Lincoln asked. He felt a chill slide down his spine and beads of sweat dotted his forehead as he fought to catch his breath. Pretending exasperation at the nurse’s lack of response, he turned, walked out of the room and headed back to his ward, trying to remain calm and not run.
He didn’t have a clue what was happening, or how he had found himself in the storeroom. Had he started sleepwalking?
The thought made him shudder. As if losing an arm wasn’t enough.
CHAPTER 7
Joanna stared at herself in the mirror. Black hair dishevelled after a sleepless night and her transplanted eye puffy, she looked a mess, but felt even worse.
As she stepped away from the mirror, her mobile phone rang and she crossed the room and picked it up. She squinted to read the name on the display. It was her mum.
“Hi,” she said.
“When are you going to come down to see us? You know how long it’s been?”
Joanna rolled her eyes. “Don’t you think I’ve got enough problems with my eyes?”
“I thought they were alright now.”
Joanna read between the lines. Her mum wasn’t the sort to enquire how she was. She circumvented the question, hoping that Joanna would fill in the blanks.
“Well my sight still isn’t right, and I’m not up to a long journey. You could always visit me.” She knew it wasn’t going to happen. Her mum had agoraphobia; hadn’t left the house for over six years, and relied on photographs of special events, such as Joanna’s graduation, to make her believe she was a part of it.
“You know I would…”
Joanna sighed. “I’ll come down as soon as I feel up to it. Promise.”
“Well don’t leave it too long. I miss seeing you.”
“Yes, I miss you too, mum.”
She spent the next fifteen minutes catching up with all the gossip that her mum gleaned from Joanna’s father, then she finished the call.
Just as she put her mobile down on the table, it rang again.
“Morning. I didn’t wake you, did I?” Stephen asked.
“No, I’ve been up a while. Mum rang so I’ve been chatting to her. What’s up?”
“I just thought I’d put your mind at rest. I went to the ward where Lincoln is and spoke to the staff nurse, and she said Lincoln hadn’t been anywhere yesterday.”
The mention of the man’s name made her stiffen. “And that’s supposed to put my mind at rest! How can they be sure?”
“Because he was sedated.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“It means he was unconscious.”
Joanna exhaled slowly. “So I’m going mad then?”
“Of course not. You’re just, I don’t know, upset still.”
“Ah, the psychoanalysis again.”
“Look, Jo, if you feel there’s something wrong, make another appointment with the doctor. It’ll probably put your mind at rest if you just talk to him.”
“I dunno.”
“You’ve never met my aunt Vera. Now she’s crazy.” He laughed. “Seriously, you’re not going mad. Trust me on that. I should know.”
You wouldn’t say that if you’d seen what I have, she thought.
Luckily, she’d managed to arrange an appointment at the hospital for the next morning. She wasn’t convinced that it would help, but she couldn’t think of anything else to do. As she waited outside the doctor’s room, she tried to think of how she should broach the subject. Should she just come straight out and say what she’d seen? Or should she ask him whether it’s possible that the operation might cause her to see aberrations? Whichever way she said it, it sounded the same. She was seeing things that couldn’t be real.
Before long, she found herself sat before the doctor, twiddling her thumbs and staring at the knickknacks on his desk: pens, stapler, notebook, tape recorder, toy dalek, a framed picture of two small children.
“So Miss Raines, how can I help you this time?”
She licked her lips. “I guess I’m seeing things.”
“I’m sorry, you’ll have to speak up.”
Joanna sat up straight and looked at the doctor. “I think I’m seeing things. Well, I don’t think, I know I’m seeing things.”
“Seeing things. What sort of things?”
“Erm, shadows I guess.”
The doctor wrinkled his brow. “And are they visible all the time, these… shadows?”
“No, not all the time.”
“So when did you first notice them?”
She explained about the accident at the train station.
The doctor leaned back in his leather chair and tapped a pen against his teeth. “And since then, when you’ve seen the man who lost his arm, you think you see him with two arms.”
“One arm and a sort of what I guess you’d call a shadow arm really.”
“Is it just an arm you think you see?”
“Well no, it’s like he’s… I don’t know, surrounded by shadows, like a what do you call it, corona. That’s it, a dark corona.” Saying it aloud made her feel stupid and she looked back at her hands in her lap.
“I see.”
Joanna wished she did, or to be more precise, that she didn’t.
“You never see the shadows at any other time?”
“No, never.”
The doctor was about to respond when a knock at the door interrupted him.
“Come in.”
Joanna looked up as a red-haired nurse with stocky legs walked into the room.
“Doctor Hazleton…” the nurse said.
Joanna stared wide-eyed at the black shadow surrounding the nurse. Her jaw dropped, tongue glued to the bottom of her mouth. Although unable to see the nurse clearly, she could see the shadow around her.
“Miss Raines, are you alright?” the doctor asked.
“Do you see it?” Joanna asked.
“See what?”
“The shadow.”
“You’re seeing it now?”
“It’s all around her.”
The nurse stared at Joanna, and despite her impaired vision, Joanna saw the woman’s eyes. Completely black. Darker even than the corona. Evil.
“Miss Raines. Joanna. Look at me,” the doctor said.
Although scared to look away, Joanna turned to face the doctor – could feel those black, evil eyes still staring at her.
“Whatever you’re seeing, it’s not real. I’ll need to run some tests, but I can assure you that there are no shadows around the nurse.”
Joanna swallowed to moisten her throat. “Then I’m going mad.”
“Absolutely not. It could be any number of things.”
“Or it could be that I’m right.”
The doctor exhaled through his mouth, making his lips vibrate with a machine gun rattle. “We’ll get to the bottom of it. I promise. It’s common for a transplant recipient to have astigmatism and other irregularities with their vision as a result of the surgery. Don’t worry. Just make an appointment with the receptionist on your way out.”
“But why don’t I see the shadows all the time? Why don’t I see them on you?”
“I don’t know, but like I said, we’ll get to the bottom of it.”
Realising she wasn’t going to get any answers from the doctor, Joanna stood and made her way towards the door, making sure that she didn’t look at the nurse on the way out.