I heard some adult voice before being punched second time, this time from the close range right in the middle of my nose. I felt a thunder hit me right from the head to lower limbs and vice versa.
“It is not Polish, its Latvian bro”. – whispered some skinny man in his 30s or 40s with numb face complexion wearing a ridiculous hunter hat and on brownish, dirty coat sitting on his knees right next to my left side. He gave me his hand and helped me to get up with a slim touch, so pale like an old vegetarian suffering from malnutrition. He looked very pity.
I thanked him but didn’t asked who he was, and what was going on with those little angry and ultimately strong people, with agile steps rushed to the front gate to escape this utopia. But gate didn’t let me out, holding the latchet I couldn’t move its initial door for an inch.
“You can’t escape this level unless…” he was again right behind me as I turned to ask what he meant.
“Level what level…is that some kind a prank….” I went totally mad, screaming out all anger collected inside me within one shitty day. – Dad!, - I shouted as I stared at the sky… Is that part of your horrible scam again. To be honest, I’m completely shocked right now, I’m not even happy to be cured off sundowning, ‘cos I know that all day-night interchange was fake stupid idea of yours,,,as Jafar or whatever he was, said- just a matter of one click of a button, wasn’t it?
It was so annoying and irritating to see this bummy pale mane smiling to watch me amused and smiling like an idiot. With one blink of an eye, smiling face vanished and he kicked my groins out of blue without any motive. I pressed my burning balls to somehow relieve the pain.
“First, you’ll do whatever I say if you want to survive. Second you do still suffer from dementia, and your father never played any scam on you…. Your being kidnapped and your bodyguard get killed was nothing but game of your unbridled dream and subconscious imagination. However the fact that you father annually spends millions of dollars for your everyday trips is true. And third I didn’t hit your noodle. What you saw and experienced, including my presence and all you see surrounding you are unreal. You and me – we are walking on the fragile bridge between past and future in a dead space, inside your subconscious mind . To ensure safe passage, you must fix certain mistakes I have done in the past…This school is the past”
“Wait a minute…Who are you and how do you know all about my father and my fake bodyguard.”
“I am you and you are me” he smiled
“Man , don’t do this it sounds so creepy…I’m serious…I’m not in a mood. You be serious as well…”
One split of a second, this time he gave massive slap in the right ear.
“You better listen and listen carefully...Your life is at stake here you moron....Ok...for dummies like you, i shall explain it nice an easy. You’re are currently at Jeddah National Hospital in Saudi Arabia. You have undergone partial brain transplantation surgery and now spending hours in a coma. To put it mildly, they have attached part of my brain to certain diseased parts of your brain, for you to get rid of your illness. I’m your brain donor from Latvia and I’m currently dead. My presence in your “journey through dead space” is just the result of conflicting synapses of alien and domestic brain cells- neurons…”
“Thats enough for me for one day... I didn’t doubt what he said.Eventhough, it put me in a deep flash delirium.
1 day earlier
Latvia, Jurmala, International Medical Center
It was Sunday afternoon, when Dr.Soborski was called by desk operator for urgent intervention. Ambulance was on its way with a patient badly injured after suicide attempt. 40-45 year old, Caucasian male, half dead following self-immolation act. When rescue team arrived at the scene on call, the patient was not responding. Life support measures were taken on his way to hospital. Soborski horrified by severety of burn wounds of incoming patient, knew that the inception of death was only matter of hours. So following proper sedative intervention, he ordered to make a background check, find and contact his family by half burnt ID card of the patient.
Soborski made sure nurses apply proper anti-biotic ointment and cover him with non-stick bandage and ordered to give him 0.5 ml of ibuprofen injection for killing the acute pain. Patient yet remained in the ED department
“We have contacted his wife…Man she was totally shocked to hear this heartbreaking news. She said she’ll be here in 15 minutes tops.” reported medical assistant – Andrej Jumikis – 27 years old blond male, with narrow chin and long girlish hairstyle to cover his gigantic ears that could have served an object of his derision when he was kid .
“OK” –Soborski returned his his morning newspaper.
“But guess what?” asked Jumikis.
“What ?” Soborski was in no mood for this kiddish “guess what” things and cursed his destiny for making him be on the same board with this insolent and immoral man who doesn’t give a shit for medical hierarchy within institution they worked together.
Jumikis informed Dr.Soborski that according to victims ID card he had recently applyed for organ donation program and signed a consent to donate his brain for dementia and Alzheimer researches upon his death.
“Call “salvage team” get prepaired for surgery... Better he kiks the bucket before his wife arrives so we can start the operation. Otherwise I’m sure she’ll no way let us pull out husband’s brain whether he had written consent or not.”
END OF PART 1