by Jason Offutt
Nothing.
If anything, its anger and movement increased. An audible snap, like a piece of breaking timber sounded from the left forearm as it wrenched against the restraint. The forearm’s shape deformed upwards at the centre. With the next tug, two broken shards of bone ripped through the skin’s surface.
The dead woman was oblivious to the trauma, jerking harder at the arm as the wrist slowly tore free. No blood pumped from the wound. It was dry, the flesh a dull brown of old meat ready for the bin. A security guard reached forward to clamp his hands onto the forearm to stop her movement. A spiked end of the bone impaled the security guard’s arm in the struggle. He screamed, pulled his arm free and fell backwards clutching the wound against his chest.
They weren’t winning. Harry’s traumatised mind slowly cogged forward. If they couldn’t sedate her with drugs… ‘We need to isolate her before that other arm gets free!’
Harry and one of the nurses kicked off the brakes and steered the bed into an empty room at the end of the resuscitation bays. Staff used this space to contain violent patients until they stopped being a threat to themselves or others. It was devoid of furniture, and had a reinforced door that was lockable from the outside. They shoved the bed through the entrance to the back wall and exited, locking the door behind them.
The room did little to muffle the snarling rage from inside. In their haste to leave, both had forgotten to activate the wheel brakes. Now, a repeated thud accompanied the moans, as the bed frame smacked against the wall in time with its occupant’s frenzied movements.
Harry walked back to the main area and was approached by the nurse manager with an update. Jill looked like she was barely holding it together. Her face was pale and eyes glassy.
‘I’ve called the police, they’ll be here any minute. They’ve asked you to call Public Health – there’s been a similar incident in Cairns this evening after an animal bite.’
Harry grunted an assent, ‘Can I get out of these first though?’ he said, indicating the gore coated scrubs stuck to his chest. ‘How are the staff that were attacked? Is someone treating them?’
‘Yeah, one of the new doctor’s sorting it out.’ Jill glanced down at his uniform. ‘Is it ok if you use the patient shower? It’ll need a scrub out after you’re done. Kind of looks like you stepped out of a horror movie… Sorry,’ she stopped herself, her face crumpling as she released a brief sob. ‘This is fucked, Harry. It’s just shit!’ she said. ‘I still have to call Kate’s family. What the hell am I supposed to tell them? I’m sorry but a patient we thought was dead ripped out your daughter’s throat?’
Harry had no reply. Jill held his gaze for a moment longer, tears escaping in a glistening line down both cheeks. She cuffed them away with the back of her hand and walked off.
Harry remained a few seconds more, staring into space. He didn’t envy her, nor did he have any advice about how to break the news in a less traumatic way to the parents. Finally, he got going again, fished a few towels and a pair of surgical scrubs off the linen trolley, and left for the shower.
* * *
Harry replaced the receiver. Public Health had listened to his outline of events, only interrupting to clarify certain points, such as the presence of an animal bite wound. The health official had ignored Harry’s question when he asked if a similar event had occurred in Queensland. The conversation was closed with a toneless notification that a police/paramedic escort would accompany the patient to a new federal quarantine facility in the city’s south.
When he came out of the back office, six police were already gathered outside the locked room. A near continuous moan persisted from within. There was no further thumping of the bed against the wall as the mindless creature had finally overturned the trolley, pinning itself to the ground. Harry introduced himself to the group, and gave a run-down of events. The officers kept quiet during the relay of information, but a few couldn’t suppress a smirk. They obviously thought he was full of shit. Harry noted it dispassionately; he still didn’t fully believe what he’d seen with his own eyes either.
Two paramedics came through the door of the ambulance bay pulling a trolley. The whole group fell silent as an orderly pushed Kate’s body past into a single room. A sheet had been pulled over her body up to the chin, covering the violent means of her death. Her face was the colour of curdled milk, marred only by a fine network of dark red lines emanating from the bite wound across her face. Her eyes stared at the ceiling, as if surprised at her own death. The orderly pulled the door closed behind him, breaking the spell on the group.
As the police organised how they would approach the restraint, the remaining patients that hadn’t bolted on their own volition were moved to a different area. Harry hung back; his help wasn’t required, and he was quietly glad of it.
The police team opened the door and rushed into the small room. Screams from the dead woman escalated as they pinned the body down, cut the restraints to the trolley and lifted it away. When called for, the paramedics pushed their transport trolley into the room and collapsed it to the ground. The team lifted the flailing body onto the stretcher, and fastened each limb with multiple zip ties to prevent any movement. Harry handed over a copy of the paperwork from the arrest, and the dual police/paramedic team filed out of the department.
* * *
The treatment of the injured nurse and security guard was now complete; wounds washed and dressed. Harry wrote them scripts for antibiotics and analgesia to see them through the next few days. The manager took pity, ushering them out the door with an early mark. Harry joined the remaining clinicians on the staff base where they’d gathered. The police had stretched a blue and white tape cordon across the entrance to the resuscitation area, restricting access to the crime scene. There was still a bunch of junk food lying on one of the desks, but no one was interested in eating. A junior doctor broke the silence by asking the question each was thinking, but reluctant to voice.
‘How do we explain what just happened?’
‘Maybe the equipment failed, and we got the diagnosis wrong,’ offered one of the nurses. ‘What did Public Health have to say, Harry?’
‘They mostly wanted to know about the wound.’ Harry paused as a new thought hit him. ‘There’s been a murmur on the grapevine about a new disease in the bat population up north that’s suspected in some recent human deaths. I wonder if that’s why they were so interested in the bite mark. Do you reckon that’s what she had?’
The other Registrar cut in. ‘We’d have to be unlucky. I think we just stuffed up. She probably had a faint pulse the whole time that was missed.’
‘So how do you explain her attack on Kate?’ asked a nurse.
‘Maybe she was delirious from the infection? Look, I don’t know for sure either,’ he said, giving up.
‘Yeah, you’re probably right.’ Harry sighed; he knew the hospital executives were going to haul him over the coals about Kate’s death. Still, he’d rather deal with that than be staring at the ceiling with a chunk missing from his neck—
A flat smack echoed from the room where Kate lay. Everyone’s head turned. On cue, another thump from the inside of the door caused it to shudder in its frame.
‘What the fuck?’ stammered the Registrar.
Harry lurched to his feet, ‘It’s happening again. Someone call the cops!’ He ran towards the door. ‘We need to keep her in there – she’s fucking dead. She bled out on me...’
He grabbed the handle and placed his weight onto it, his foot braced against the doorframe. One of the nurses joined him and leant their strength. Whatever was left of Kate, heard their efforts. A shriek of anger battered their eardrums as the door bounced from the force of her blows. The minutes dragged on as the unrelenting assault continued.
A police siren escalated in volume as a squad car neared the department, before skidding to a halt in the ambulance bay. Two constables ran in and were directed to the barricaded door. Harry and the nurse were ordered out of the way. One off
icer stepped forward and turned the handle, pulled open the door and stood back.
Out from the darkness shambled Kate’s body. The limbs moved in an uncoordinated lurching motion. Clot-soaked tendrils of hair matted one side of her face, covering the left eye. The right eye snapped its focus to the first police officer. Her lips peeled back into a snarl as she started towards him. The officer moved backwards slowly. ‘Stop! Get down on the ground!’
Nothing.
The cop pulled out his Taser, and aimed it at her chest. ‘Stop where you are!’
What had once been Kate, lurched forward.
‘Taser! Taser! Taser!’ shouted the police officer in a last warning to the corpse, then fired the pins into her chest to deliver a debilitating shock. Instead of dropping to the floor in an agony of electric charge, her body was unaffected. Her forward motion continued, now accompanied by a maddening groan.
Shaking hands dropped the Taser in preference of a Glock. The officer’s face drained of colour as he provided his last warnings to surrender without effect.
Three shots in rapid succession punched through the corpse’s chest, smashing it off its feet. The clot of hair had flung away from the left eye in the fall, freeing both unblinking eyes to bore a hole through the constable’s head as it pushed itself back to standing and started forward again.
The constable’s hand started to waver as he backed away, firing two more rounds. The first hit her left shoulder; the second entered the right side of her forehead, blowing out a section of her skull to coat the wall behind. The corpse smacked to the ground, lifeless once more. The police officer re-holstered his weapon, took a slow breath and turned around, his eyes searching the people behind until he found his colleague. He maintained a fixed glare at his partner, a “where the fuck were you during that?” expression clearly conveyed while he addressed the rest of the room in a rasping voice.
‘Start transferring any remaining patients to other departments or hospitals. This entire Emergency Department is now a crime scene.’
* * *
Harry grabbed his backpack and headed for the door. It had taken them another two hours to move the remaining patients elsewhere. He’d never seen patients accepted by inpatient medical teams so willingly before. A further two hours followed of interviews with police and the hospital’s General Manager who was desperate to understand what had happened before it was leaked to the media. Harry was beyond tired, scraped to a husk inside after the night’s happenings. He needed to find unconsciousness in sleep without any more dissection of events. There was a half full bottle of scotch at home that he hoped could deliver a dreamless sleep.
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