Halloween Part 3

So, there I was, sitting in the middle of Porter street, 5 minutes from the hospital covered in fire extinguisher gunk, shreds of skin where my shoulders, elbows and legs should be intact with a paramedic staring at me as if I just burned through an ambulance floor. My wits crept in like ants through an open window as I realized I needed to get out of there. If I stuck around they would be expecting answers to questions that I did not have.

I glanced over and saw the ambulance just sitting there, the siren still wailing out its demise. Standing next to the ambulance were the driver and another paramedic paying attention to a screaming white mass. Sandpaper scrubbed my eyes as I tried to blink moisture back into them. Trying to refocus my eyes, I zoned in on what they were doing. The screaming mass was the third paramedic, screaming as the others were pulling latex from his blistered, swollen, red raw hands.

Holding up my hands, I looked back at the paramedic near me and said, "I'm ok, how's he?" Snapping back to reality, he looked over at his partners, back at me, and back to his partners trying to make sense of everything, I assume. After taking a step toward me, he hesitated remembering the dripping latex, "Stay there! lie down! I'll be right back!" he yelled out before turning and running over to help his partners. It was at this point that I decided to disregard everything he just said and get out of there.

I checked myself over, it was so strange. My skin was shredded, I should've been bleeding profusely, my blood pooling under me before seeping through the pores of the intersection of Porter and Chinook. But I wasn't. Everywhere my skin was shredded, it looked like my blood was already scabbed up and three days old. I was sore, about as sore as you would expect to be if you just tumbled down the street at 50 mph. But nothing seemed broken and I needed to hurry. I got up, took a last look over at the people who saved my life and I repaid with pain and fear. Then I ran. Ducking through alleys and staying off the main road (remember, I was naked) and I eventually made it home.

I locked the door, and headed straight into the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of water, drank it in one gulp and poured another. Glass after glass of water flooded down my throat. With each swallow, I could feel each individual cell absorbing it. My eyes finally focused and the eyelids stopped scratching me. After about 10 glasses or more, I went into the bathroom poured myself a bath of cold water and climbed in. The water warmed up and at some point, I passed out.

My dreams were too weird that night, but I can't really remember what they were.