Everyone in this
Ward is Dying
by Michael S.
The ward was
Hell. Not through strict regime or
authoritarianism or bleak walls, but Hell none
the less. It came in the deaths. Everyone died
here. The whitewashed walls and permanently lit
rooms, the smell of fresh paint and doctors
lunches in the air, hid the stench of Death. For
everyone died eventually, and this was the Lepers
Ship ward of the hospital.
Drop off place
for the terminally dying.
sat in the waiting room, a cold coffee nearly
finished by his side. He glanced through the
cheap magazines on the table in front of him. Of
little use to an academic mind, they peddled in
cheap gossip and horoscopes.
looking Doctor entered the room and sat down next
Professor Samuels he asked.
You must be Doctor Andrews. I came at once.
god. The man held onto the wall for support.
His wire moustache and balding head made him look
the most serious and misfortunate of men.
Samuels He started.
call me Jim.
we need your help. Everyone is dying!
eyes narrowed together.
Repeated the Doctor. Not just the patients.
Family members, nurses, orderlies. Everyone in
this ward is dying.
dont know. Thats why I sent for you.
Theyre all dying. Dying in their sleep.
To die in
ones sleep, such a peaceful way to go. The
best way to go. Thats how the adages go.
who falls asleep in this ward dies said the
the last case?
charge-nurse. Only took over from his predecessor
ten months ago. Jack he was called. Stern man.
tell yet. Itll be the same as the others
the cause of the others then?
turned to leave, and Jim got to his feet to
best if I show you. They havent picked him
Samuels followed the Doctor into the staff room.
The body lay across a large sofa, with a
makeshift shroud a blanket covering
him. At the Doctors insistence, the Professor
took back the blanket.
lord! He cried, and dropped it back.
He turned to
the Doctor. All of them? he asked,
fear beginning to rise in his voice.
last one of them.
At the point
of death, it is better to sleep, than to
experience it awake.
died like this? With that look of utter terror on
last one of them. But there has been some joy to
come out of it.
lists have gone down.
suppose out of every supernatural event,
theres economic salvation.
Death had to
take him asleep, for if hed been awake,
thered have been a fight.
Death had to
take him awake, for if hed been asleep,
thered have been a fright.
an evil wind in mysterious places. Evil,
depending on your financial point of view.