Post by maxington on May 3, 2019 0:48:44 GMT
12:01 AM, Moronfangana, Chilechinga Parish, Midway
With the intense purpose of a man who knew where he was going, Isaac Tsiajotso swayed as he walked, rubbing his forehead with furious vigour. He reeled inside a bargain-basement pharmacy with discount signs plastered on its outer windows. Trembling, he pushed the 5 dollar bill he had crumbled up in his pocket, across the counter to the clerk. “P-Painkillers…please.” The clerk curled his lip at the cold-sweating Isaac . “What kind, you can’t just say Painkillers. We have a variety, we have Zicoracin, Abpizole, Diazec…” Isaac broke in “Please! Anything...my head’s busting open.” The clerk shoved a card of Zicoracin in Isaac's direction, slipping the 5 dollar bill in the register as it opened. Frantic, Isaac popped all four tablets from the packet, dumping them into his hands. Before one of the tablets could touch his lips, he slumped to the floor, weak from pain. Concerned, the clerk leaned over the counter, ringing the pharmacist in the back as he watched Isaac curl into a ball. When the pharmacist came out from the storage room outback, Isaac was already shaking violently. The pharmacist bent to attend to Isaac . “He’s burning up, call an ambulance.” Moments later an ambulance pulled up outside the shop. The pharmacist waved the paramedics to come inside. He pointed to Isaac curled up on the floor and shouted, "He’s burning up, and he’s been shaking for the last 10 minutes.” The paramedics tried to gain contact with Isaac who by now was unconscious. With help from the pharmacist and the clerk, the paramedics lifted Isaac onto the stretcher and placed him in the ambulance. The ambulance raced through the night streets, its lights flashing and siren wailing. As soon as it came to a screeching stop in front of the emergency room, the back doors swung open. When doctors and nurses arrived with a gurney, they were almost paralysed. The attending paramedic was covered in blood as she stood over Isaac's motionless body, blood-stained body. One of the doctor’s inhaled sharply and climbed into the ambulance, felling for a pulse and listening to Isaac's chest.
The female paramedic threw her bloodied gloves into the bio-waste bin, her hands on her hip as she awaited the doctor’s verdict. “He’s dead.” He said as he shook his head. “Fuck...” A days later the medical examiner prepared for the autopsy of the late, but not so great, Isaac Tsiajotso. As he spoke into the microphone near his head he made the incision. “This is Dr. Louis Kamalandua, Making incision into torso.” The scalpel cut down the middle of Isaac's torso with unwavering precision. He took up the bone saw, cutting through Isaac's ribs, prying them apart slightly to reveal the underlying organs. “Plural surfaces are smooth, containing a lot of petechiae.” He said as he passed his hand on the lungs. “Dissecting lungs.” “What the fuck...” Dr. Kamalandua paused. Leaning into the microphone, his eyes not losing its locked gaze at the dissected lungs. “Thick bronchial secretions have evolved. I’ve never seen it to this extent.” Dr. Kamalandua continued, dissecting various organs from the heart to the kidney. “There are haemorrhages everywhere, his organs are virtually liquefying.”
Dr. Kamalandua returned the scalpel to the tray. “Someone call the Health Ministry please.” One of the assistants nodded as Dr. Kamalandua hoped that what he had just found was not what he thought it was.