Post by alycestarchylde on May 30, 2017 12:53:29 GMT -5
It was the sort of accident that paramedics dread. A two car collision, the driver of the offending vehicle, drunk beyond all reason and measure and even though the large, older-model piece of Detroit rolling iron he was piloting has almost been completely totaled, he is fine and wandering around drunkenly complaining to anyone who will listen that they ‘came out of nowhere’ and ‘it’s not his fault’.
Meanwhile, in the smaller, lighter rental car, the driver and the passenger are both seriously injured to the point of being deceased. The driver has the engine pushed in on him and has impacted the steering wheel hard enough that it not only shattered most of the bones in his chest but ruptured his heart. The woman with him was less fortunate. The car had radically deformed upon impact and something, a random piece of glass or metal had torn through her jeans and her femoral artery. The seat around her was a wine-red instead of the pristine beige of the rest of the vehicle. But in the back seat, almost as untouched as the drunk who caused the accident was a beautiful three year old blonde girl.
Paramedic John Moretz clambered through the backseat to get to the child and was surprised when she never looked at him even as he freed her from the wreckage. John wiped the sweat from his forehead with one arm as he looked at the child who seemed to be fixated on something in between the two cars. She had been in a car seat so he was thrilled that her life was saved but he realized with no parents, her life was about to change drastically. Maybe she knew? More likely, it was the shock of the crash itself. He did a quick check and was satisfied that her spine was intact and uninjured. Without waiting for the back brace, he disentangled her from her car seat and wrapped her in a blanket and took her to the back of the ambulance. He was accosted halfway there by the drunk who had caused the accident.
"They swerved into ma lane...probably playin' coo coo cachoo with that baby," he said in drunken anger.
John quick-stepped around the angry drunk both to protect his young charge and to avoid punching the drunken pusbag in the face. He climbed into the back, swung the doors shut and laid her on a gurney.
From behind, he heard the drunk bawling about how this whole thing was their fault.
A woman waiting in the back of the ambulance began to check on her as he slammed the door shut behind him.
“Well, he sounds like a PRINCE,” the woman said.
He nodded to Kelly Larson, his partner. The blonde woman brought over the equipment and they began to diagnose the child. Indeed, she seemed mostly injury free but still she looked at neither one of them but rather at something over their shoulders. They snapped their fingers and cooed at her and she would notice them, briefly acknowledge them and her eyes would return once more to the middle distance. And no matter how many times they looked in the direction her eyes were...they saw nothing. The girl giggled, laughed and cooed looking at what appeared to be empty airThey looked at each other and raised their eyebrows? Could the powerful impact have caused some sort of brain damage to the young blue-eyed girl?
There was no sign of injury...still, they felt they had better take her to the hospital...partially to check her out...and partially to figure out what next. After all, the poor dear had just lost her father and mother.
Kelly headed up front strapping herself into the driver’s seat. John stayed in the back with the young girl.
John nodded to Kelly. "Drive," he said.
By the time the police had arrived, and had arrested the drunk responsible for the accident, the ambulance was long gone. John rode in back of the ambulance only to watch the young blonde girl stare at something that wasn’t there and yet, certainly moved. She had a half smile on her face and seemed very excited...and yet very subdued. Her eyes were following...something? Some moving ephemeral thing that he couldn't see. She responded briefly to other sounds and if you put something in her field of vision, she impatiently looked around it or brushed it out of her way. Physically, she seemed to be just fine...however, she seemed to be seeing something that either wasn't there...or he couldn't see.
By the time they had arrived at the hospital, John began to feel very unnerved. Something about the little girl’s attention being drawn to things he could not and did not see made him feel somehow, less real. Once she was ensconced in the triage area, John Moretz was shut of her and he had never been, nor would be again, so glad to get rid of a patient. He did not know then that her image would stick with him for the rest of his life and that when he died old and senile years in the future...her face would be the one clear memory left to him.
The nurses who checked on the young girl all remarked on her quiet and the fact that she seemed to be watching something that no one else could see.
The police, who dropped by later, also seemed put off by the child and her odd stare. Some insisted she was injured in the accident...others claimed that in the wake of losing her parents so suddenly, she had descended into madness. And while the little girl was there for only 24 hours, she became something of a legend at the hospital and those who saw and attended her became part of the legend whether they wanted to be or not.
There are only two real incidents that happened in the hospital and while later, other claims were made, only these two can be verified.
The first concerned an incident with the night nurse. The night nurse, named Teresa, young and relatively new to the nursing job came in to check on the young girl. Teresa had no idea that she strongly resembled the young girl’s dead mother...but she did. She saw the girl was awake and staring off into the middle distance. With no reason why she did it, she suddenly put her hands to her knees in an excited way and began to speak to the child in a lilting, sing-song, style.
“What are you looking at,” the nurse asked.
“Wan da rabba,” was the tiny child’s pidgin reply.
Feeling very confused as to why she had started the conversation and very out of sorts with herself merely put her hand over the child’s eyes, closing them.
“Hush, now, baby, you need your sleep,” Teresa said and then left the room. She would not check on the child again. The whole experience had freaked her out in a way she could not explain and thus, she asked her fellow nurses to check on the child in her stead.
The second incident had to do with the mirror. The morning nurse who had taken over for a grateful Teresa had decided to help the child get ready. Thus she brushed her hair and found a headband for the small girl to wear. The girl was suddenly in the moment. Her obsession with unseen things forgotten, she was overjoyed by the ministrations of this pretty young nurse. So happy was she that when she learned that her hair had been much improved, demanded to see herself in a mirror. The morning nurse found a hand mirror and presented it to the small child. Upon looking into the mirror, the little girl let out a terrified shriek and leapt off her hospital bed to hide, crying. It took several minutes to coax the girl from her hiding place and when they did, she had resumed looking into the middle distance once more. She remained fixed on this point and mostly uncommunicative when Family Services arrived several hours later to take her into custody.
Alyce stands with her back to the camera and does not turn around as she begins to speak.
“Allow me to introduce myself, babies,” she says, “The name is Alyce, spelled with a ‘y’ because my parents were hipster bitches who couldn’t leave well enough alone. But their dead now. Now, now I am here to rise to the top of this place.”
“And what do I have first, why it appears to be the welcoming committee. A couple of crazy guys given an honorary match with the crazy chick! Problem is, I am crazy like a fox. Yeah, I spent a couple of years institutionalized...AFTER HIGH SCHOOL. Now that I am in the real world, I put on my big girl panties and kick ass! I don’t need to tell everyone I am crazy by calling myself ‘Crazy Boy’. Yeah, that’s scary. Dude, YOU will be lucky if you don’t accidentally pin yourself.”
“That just leaves ‘The Lunatic’. Dude, talk for a minute because I am laughing so damn hard I can’t even can right now! I mean, he is accompanied to the ring by the Good Doctor? What the Hell is that? It’s okay, Loony...you will NEED a good doctor once it is all said and done. Because one or both of you is going to suffer the Unicorn Stampede or the Rainbow Cataclysm and then three heartbeats later it will all be over. You are looking at the winner of this match.”
“You are on the road to the future of this business. The signpost you just passed reads ‘Wonderland’.”
“Welcome to Wonderland, bitches, it’s about to get dark from here.”
Meanwhile, in the smaller, lighter rental car, the driver and the passenger are both seriously injured to the point of being deceased. The driver has the engine pushed in on him and has impacted the steering wheel hard enough that it not only shattered most of the bones in his chest but ruptured his heart. The woman with him was less fortunate. The car had radically deformed upon impact and something, a random piece of glass or metal had torn through her jeans and her femoral artery. The seat around her was a wine-red instead of the pristine beige of the rest of the vehicle. But in the back seat, almost as untouched as the drunk who caused the accident was a beautiful three year old blonde girl.
Paramedic John Moretz clambered through the backseat to get to the child and was surprised when she never looked at him even as he freed her from the wreckage. John wiped the sweat from his forehead with one arm as he looked at the child who seemed to be fixated on something in between the two cars. She had been in a car seat so he was thrilled that her life was saved but he realized with no parents, her life was about to change drastically. Maybe she knew? More likely, it was the shock of the crash itself. He did a quick check and was satisfied that her spine was intact and uninjured. Without waiting for the back brace, he disentangled her from her car seat and wrapped her in a blanket and took her to the back of the ambulance. He was accosted halfway there by the drunk who had caused the accident.
"They swerved into ma lane...probably playin' coo coo cachoo with that baby," he said in drunken anger.
John quick-stepped around the angry drunk both to protect his young charge and to avoid punching the drunken pusbag in the face. He climbed into the back, swung the doors shut and laid her on a gurney.
From behind, he heard the drunk bawling about how this whole thing was their fault.
A woman waiting in the back of the ambulance began to check on her as he slammed the door shut behind him.
“Well, he sounds like a PRINCE,” the woman said.
He nodded to Kelly Larson, his partner. The blonde woman brought over the equipment and they began to diagnose the child. Indeed, she seemed mostly injury free but still she looked at neither one of them but rather at something over their shoulders. They snapped their fingers and cooed at her and she would notice them, briefly acknowledge them and her eyes would return once more to the middle distance. And no matter how many times they looked in the direction her eyes were...they saw nothing. The girl giggled, laughed and cooed looking at what appeared to be empty airThey looked at each other and raised their eyebrows? Could the powerful impact have caused some sort of brain damage to the young blue-eyed girl?
There was no sign of injury...still, they felt they had better take her to the hospital...partially to check her out...and partially to figure out what next. After all, the poor dear had just lost her father and mother.
Kelly headed up front strapping herself into the driver’s seat. John stayed in the back with the young girl.
John nodded to Kelly. "Drive," he said.
By the time the police had arrived, and had arrested the drunk responsible for the accident, the ambulance was long gone. John rode in back of the ambulance only to watch the young blonde girl stare at something that wasn’t there and yet, certainly moved. She had a half smile on her face and seemed very excited...and yet very subdued. Her eyes were following...something? Some moving ephemeral thing that he couldn't see. She responded briefly to other sounds and if you put something in her field of vision, she impatiently looked around it or brushed it out of her way. Physically, she seemed to be just fine...however, she seemed to be seeing something that either wasn't there...or he couldn't see.
By the time they had arrived at the hospital, John began to feel very unnerved. Something about the little girl’s attention being drawn to things he could not and did not see made him feel somehow, less real. Once she was ensconced in the triage area, John Moretz was shut of her and he had never been, nor would be again, so glad to get rid of a patient. He did not know then that her image would stick with him for the rest of his life and that when he died old and senile years in the future...her face would be the one clear memory left to him.
The nurses who checked on the young girl all remarked on her quiet and the fact that she seemed to be watching something that no one else could see.
The police, who dropped by later, also seemed put off by the child and her odd stare. Some insisted she was injured in the accident...others claimed that in the wake of losing her parents so suddenly, she had descended into madness. And while the little girl was there for only 24 hours, she became something of a legend at the hospital and those who saw and attended her became part of the legend whether they wanted to be or not.
There are only two real incidents that happened in the hospital and while later, other claims were made, only these two can be verified.
The first concerned an incident with the night nurse. The night nurse, named Teresa, young and relatively new to the nursing job came in to check on the young girl. Teresa had no idea that she strongly resembled the young girl’s dead mother...but she did. She saw the girl was awake and staring off into the middle distance. With no reason why she did it, she suddenly put her hands to her knees in an excited way and began to speak to the child in a lilting, sing-song, style.
“What are you looking at,” the nurse asked.
“Wan da rabba,” was the tiny child’s pidgin reply.
Feeling very confused as to why she had started the conversation and very out of sorts with herself merely put her hand over the child’s eyes, closing them.
“Hush, now, baby, you need your sleep,” Teresa said and then left the room. She would not check on the child again. The whole experience had freaked her out in a way she could not explain and thus, she asked her fellow nurses to check on the child in her stead.
The second incident had to do with the mirror. The morning nurse who had taken over for a grateful Teresa had decided to help the child get ready. Thus she brushed her hair and found a headband for the small girl to wear. The girl was suddenly in the moment. Her obsession with unseen things forgotten, she was overjoyed by the ministrations of this pretty young nurse. So happy was she that when she learned that her hair had been much improved, demanded to see herself in a mirror. The morning nurse found a hand mirror and presented it to the small child. Upon looking into the mirror, the little girl let out a terrified shriek and leapt off her hospital bed to hide, crying. It took several minutes to coax the girl from her hiding place and when they did, she had resumed looking into the middle distance once more. She remained fixed on this point and mostly uncommunicative when Family Services arrived several hours later to take her into custody.
WELCOME TO WONDERLAND
Alyce stands with her back to the camera and does not turn around as she begins to speak.
“Allow me to introduce myself, babies,” she says, “The name is Alyce, spelled with a ‘y’ because my parents were hipster bitches who couldn’t leave well enough alone. But their dead now. Now, now I am here to rise to the top of this place.”
“And what do I have first, why it appears to be the welcoming committee. A couple of crazy guys given an honorary match with the crazy chick! Problem is, I am crazy like a fox. Yeah, I spent a couple of years institutionalized...AFTER HIGH SCHOOL. Now that I am in the real world, I put on my big girl panties and kick ass! I don’t need to tell everyone I am crazy by calling myself ‘Crazy Boy’. Yeah, that’s scary. Dude, YOU will be lucky if you don’t accidentally pin yourself.”
“That just leaves ‘The Lunatic’. Dude, talk for a minute because I am laughing so damn hard I can’t even can right now! I mean, he is accompanied to the ring by the Good Doctor? What the Hell is that? It’s okay, Loony...you will NEED a good doctor once it is all said and done. Because one or both of you is going to suffer the Unicorn Stampede or the Rainbow Cataclysm and then three heartbeats later it will all be over. You are looking at the winner of this match.”
“You are on the road to the future of this business. The signpost you just passed reads ‘Wonderland’.”
“Welcome to Wonderland, bitches, it’s about to get dark from here.”
THE END
