That manic,sterile contraption by the side of my bed will bring them all running. That all seeing contraption that is supposed to be a lifeline – that’s just too funny. That omniscient contraption won’t keep It away from me.

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Anyone Who Had a Heart

That manic,sterile contraption by the side of my bed will bring them all running. That all seeing contraption that is supposed to be a lifeline – that’s just too funny.

That omniscient contraption won’t keep It away from me.

The first time I noticed It was the overwhelming stink of decaying flesh the first morning I came round after my long awaited heart transplant.

It was like laying in the middle of a huge rubbish dump filled with week old butchers’ cast offs.

That Russian broad that did the operation told me the odour was just the side effects of my medication and it would soon go.

Never trust a Russian.

The next time I noticed It was the oppressive, airless heat in my room, the second morning of my stay in this god forsaken hospital.

The next time I noticed It was in the middle of the night. Slow, shuffling steps and the subtle, almost inaudible movement of the door to my private room opening as if it had a will of its own.

There were no other sounds, no whispers of the nurses on night duty, no drop of soda cans in the vending machine at the end of the hall. Just footsteps getting closer to my door

The first time I saw It was twenty five unholy minutes ago.

That stink, those steps, the door opening…and there he was, dark,lumbering with the smell of death all around him and a gaping hole where his heart should be.

The new heart in me missed a beat,missed a 2nd beat, missed a third beat then mercifully righted itself.

It slinked towards me. Was this a nightmare? 

I looked at Its face as It peered down at me.

Recognition flooded my trapped body.

The gang leader I had ordered a hit on last week.

”You got my heart beating inside your worthless body”

I had his heart ? He was the donor? A Hispanic heart inside of me? . No way.

” I want my heart back- I’ve come to collect”

Hispanic heart or not. I wanted to keep it. I was desperate to stay alive.

I reached for the alarm. It lurked a hundred miles away.

I felt his cruel fingers sink into my chest and curl around my heart to make it his again.

He wrenched it away from me in one relentless yank.

The contraption sounded its alarm….they came running…called out orders, instigated searing electrical impulses through where might heart should have been- couldn’t they see it was missing?

They kept going for 15 minutes, he kept watch until they declared me dead, then shuffled away.

But I’m not dead, I’m still here, can’t they see that? 

They left me alone, but for the Filipino nursing aide who took out the tubes in my arms and covered my face.

The next voices I heard put the fear of God in me.

They were making arrangements to harvest my corneas.

Why had a let my cute little niece persuade me to sign those permission forms last year?

I could do nothing to stop them now.

All I had coming to me was a heartless,sightless eternity.


Story by: Zannie Rose

Source: thewritepractice.com

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