Blake Canvass3 smThis was new. I stood beside my bed watching myself thrash as sweat poured down my body. Chase slept in a chair next to me, worn out. I glanced over at myself. It didn’t look like I was doing so well. I hated to wake Chase, but I needed the Doc. I reached over to nudge Chase. My fingers sunk into the flesh of his shoulder. Wow. That was kind of cool. I tried again. My hand emerged through the back of his shoulder, tingling unnaturally, unreal, and funky. I pulled it out of his shoulder quickly.

I sighed. I needed to get his attention, but how? I thought about it as my breathing got shallower by the minute. If something happened to me he would never forgive himself. I stepped in front of him and screamed as loud as I could. We had a connection; I hoped he would hear me somehow. It worked better than I thought it would. He jumped up and right through me a split second before screaming for the Doc. I shuddered at the weird sensation of our energies mixing for that brief second.

I heard the Doc run up the stairs at an extremely fast pace for an old guy. He came barreling into the room. If I had to guess his age, I’d say about 110, which was ancient to me. He was of Indian descent, with long gray hair, add a few black strands to that, parted perfectly, and braided down his back. He also had the sharpest, most amazing, light blue eyes I’ve ever seen.

I swore his gazed landed on me right before he stepped in front of my body and shouted out demands to Chase. I tried to peek over his shoulder to see what he was doing but he blocked my every move. I also tried to walk over to the other side of the bed, but apparently I was attached to my body, because I could only wander a few feet before I got yanked back to my original spot.

I focused on Doc and Chase and found their movements chaotic. Chase skidded into the bathroom for a cool, wet, cloth, and started patting my skin down. Doc check my vital signs with quick deliberate motions. Chase raced out of the bedroom, only to come back with something that smelled and looked horrific. Green and brown goo, reminding me of something that came out of a sick baby’s bottom, filled a pestle and mortar set. The Doc began slathering my body with it.

Yuk!

I’d be better off back in my body, not knowing what he was doing.

I attempted to dive back into my body. I rejected myself. How weird was that? My body didn’t want me, yet if I walked too far away from it I got yanked back. Now, that was too much to wrap my mind around. I focused on the Doc again. He was checking my IV and the other miscellaneous needles and tubes he’d hooked me up to. He nodded, content he’d done everything he could, sent Chase out of the room, sat down, and stared at me. Not my body, but me.

I stood my ground as we kept an eye on each other for the next few hours. The only interruption: his getting up periodically to make sure my body still breathed. Chase came in and out of the room several times, and I listened to him leave a message on Max’s cell phone, giving him an update on my condition.

It’s amazing how easy it is to stay standing for so long when you don’t have a body that gets tired, too bad I couldn’t go very far.

The next time the Doc got up to check on me I snagged his seat and kicked my legs up onto my bed. He gazed over at me and sat on his rolling chair. Huh, he really did see me.

“So does everyone call you Doc or do you have real name?” I asked sarcastically. I wasn’t trying to be rude. I was just a tad bit annoyed with my predicament.

“I will tell you when you return to your body,” he replied.

Wow, he heard me.

“I don’t feel like it, it hurts too much in there, especially when the pain killers wear off.”

“So that is why you are out here? The pain killers wore off?”

I shrugged; I had no idea why my body rejected me. “Could be, it doesn’t matter. I’m not planning on going anywhere.” I glanced at the empty shell that used to hold my spirit. “Maybe I just needed a physical and mental break. Tell me about Max.” I said, changing the subject.

“He will tell you himself when he gets back.”

I laughed. Max was as secretive as they came.

“Hey Doc, who are you talking to?” Chase asked, coming into the room.

Doc glanced at Chase, “Montana. Come, sit in my chair and keep her company.”

Doc avoided my gaze.

“Keep her comfortable, she is starting to get cranky. I need to go down and make some more paste.”

“Ooh, my very own voodoo doctor.” I really couldn’t help myself.

Chase waited until the Doc left the room before whispering in my ear. “I should have known you were going to go out and play hero. I’d hoped you and Max would come to a compromise, but apparently that wasn’t the case.”

I stood at my side of the bed and leaned over towards him. If the Doc could hear me maybe Chase could too. “I’m so sorry, Chase. He didn’t want me involved.”

Chase didn’t acknowledge me.

He blew out a breath and grabbed my hand. “I could have stopped this if I’d said something to Max, but I didn’t.” He lowered his head for a moment, moving closer to me. “He really is a good guy. A little over protective of you. Okay, a lot over protective, but he’s still a good guy. The only reason I didn’t tell him was because he most likely would of duck taped you to a chair, which wouldn’t have helped matters.”

He grinned wide for a few seconds and chuckled. I was sure he was imagining me bound to a chair. They would have had to gag me too.

“What were you thinking Montana?” Chase asked, serious again.

“I was thinking I would handle it, and I did. Max has him now; he can’t threaten me anymore or anyone else.” I knew Chase didn’t hear me, but continued anyway. “He could have taken you out in the blink of an eye, Chase, and what about Rose, or the girls? He was a threat and needed to be dealt with.”

A low vibrating sounded from his pocket. Chase let go of my hand to answer his cell. “Max?”

Silence on our end. What I would have given to be able to listen in on the conversation.

“She’s had a setback. No, the Doc didn’t tell me, but her fever has come back,” Silence. “He’s downstairs cooking up his concoctions.” More silence. “Okay, I’ll call tomorrow unless something else happens. Okay. Okay.” He flipped his phone shut.

“Max is worried about you. He’ll be back once he gets this worked out.” Chase sighed. “I‘m worried about you too.”

“Don’t worry about me Chase. I’ll be fine.” I wasn’t worried about me.

“Hey Doc, would you please tell him that I’m going to be fine.” I said, as the Doc wandered back into the room.

He just glanced at me and asked Chase to move.

“Seriously, just tell him!”

Doc asked Chase to get something downstairs and then glared at me.

“There is a problem with that.”

“What’s the problem?”

“You are not in any pain out here. Who is to say that you will not stay?”

Chase came back up with whatever it was the Doc needed.

“It’s not like I can just jump back into my body. I’m not going to die or go into a coma or anything. Trust me on this one.”

He leaned over my body and raised an eyebrow at me Chase wouldn’t see.

“Chase would understand.”

He shook his head subtly and began to redress my wounds. There was nothing left to do but wait, and since Chase had taken my chair I was back to standing up. I stuck my tongue out at Doc and paced the few steps I could.

“I’m bored. We need a TV. Chase should take my truck to Max’s or something so no one knows I’m here. Or maybe he should tell anyone who stops by he had to drop me off at the airport. I had to leave for an emergency or something.” I stopped pacing. “You should tell Chase I‘m standing here in spirit and relay my messages.”

A sigh from the Doc.

“I’m not trying to drive you crazy.” I smiled big. “Chase would talk to me if he knew. I need some comedy.”

“We need a TV up here.” Chase stated. “Maybe some zombie movies will bring her back. She loves those.”

“See its ESP or something.” I said, laughing and clapping my hands together.

The Doc turned to Chase. “I need some things anyway. I will write you a list. I suggest some comedy instead of horror. I am sure she has seen enough of that lately.”

I sat down in the chair Chase evacuated and evaluated my empty shell. I looked like hell. I leaned in closer, examining my wounds.

The red streaks spreading out from the gashes seemed to be disappearing, and the swelling was going down, most likely from the goop covering them. My bruises were fading, leaving black, blue, and ugly yellow smudges against my skin. My temperature had gone down too, sweat glistened off my skin, instead of pouring out of my pores. I attempted to rest my hand on my forehead to see if I was still running a fever. My hand flew back.

I wasn’t welcome back into my shell, yet. Yet, being the operative word. At least I was starting to heal. With nothing better to do than wait, I closed my eyes and rejoiced in the pain free, stress free environment I’d found myself stuck in.

Blake-A Montana Dayton Novel Ch. 22:2

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