Back from the Dead (originally tweeted 02/05/2016)
Manny: -I lay in bed, unable to sleep, but that wasn't new; I hadn’t slept well since Jane died. Sighing, I sit up, the sheet falls to my hips as I lean forward resting my head in my hands. “What went wrong doc?” I said, talking to myself still asking myself all the ‘why’ questions and not being able to let her go. I stand up, walking over to the window, naked, it's not like anyone can see me and at this point I don't really care. What I care about is Jane but she's no longer here. Feeling tired and deflated I lean against the cold glass windows looking out over the city. Even though it's 3 am the city is buzzing, twisting, turning and full of people living their lives. I feel as though I am in a glass prison with frustration and anger being my guards, all caused by the loss of Jane. The only thing I have left that doesn’t make me feel like that is surgery. Not even the hospital holds my interest any longer. Everywhere i go reminds me of Jane. Pushing away from the window, grabbing my jeans and pulling them on, surgery is the only thing I have left to make me focus and feel whole. But unless I find a way to get some solid sleep, I soon won’t even have that. Heading bare foot out towards the kitchen, walking through an almost empty apartment that I’ve never had the time to fix up and now have no heart to, I find cold coffee in the coffeemaker. Pouring it up in a cup i don’t even bother with reheating it, at this point I’m so used to cold coffee I’ve almost forgotten how warm coffee tastes. Thinking about one of the last times I saw her alive she was happy and in love, she didn’t tell me much about the guy but it was obvious. That fucking bastard! It was probably his fault she’s dead! Slamming down the cup, coffee spurts all over, but I simply don’t care. I feel like throwing the god damn thing into the wall.
“Manny are you alright?” the voice comes out of nowhere. I twist around and am faced with the perfect hallucination of Jane. Shit! She was so real. Rubbing my eyes, I look again, and she's still there. This is so not a good sign. I’ve never hallucinated about her before. This probably means I’m getting worse, not better. The image of her comes closer, but I'm backing off, not wanting it near, and then it stops.
“Good god I am going crazy! But you ….you look so real…..Jane….”. Then she turns to me and says the most amazing things, things that make me wonder if maybe I should have pick up writing instead of medicine, considering what conversations my mind is making up.
“I am real Manny. I know it sounds strange but I am real, and I am here because I need you. My husband’s sister…”.
“Aaah, strange? You think?” I roll my eyes. “You are fucking dead, Jane, and I am talking to my goddamn self!” frustrated as hell listening to this…this ghost…. I pick up the coffee cup and throw it right at her. Instead of going right through her and hitting the wall it bounces off her chest, falling to the floor and splashing coffee all over her and the floor. I stand there unable to move or speak, not knowing what is going on.
“Ouch Manny! That actually hurt” she laughs “but knowing this is shocking I will not hold it against you.” She comes closer, slowly as if she figures I might split, and I may actually do that. When she’s almost right up to my face she reaches out her hand and puts it on my arm and I feel her. I fling my head up to meet her eyes.
“How…how is this possible” the words are merely a whisper “you died I saw you, you are dead Jane I don’t want you to be but I buried you….oh my god” my voice dying out.
“I know Manny I know you can’t understand this and I wouldn’t either if I were in your shoes. But I need you to trust me and believe what you see because I need your help and I need it now. I have no time to tell you what’s going on right now but I will explain enough later so it won’t feel so strange to you.”
“What you will tell me ENOUGH?! What the fuck is that, you stand here alive when you are supposed to be dead, needing my help and you’ll tell me enough….FUCK YOU Jane! FUCK.YOU! After the outburst I see how she’s talking to me telling me she understands and it’s okay that I am mad but how she needed my help but I don't actually hear her. It's just her lips moving.
“Manny are you listening to me?”
“No, actually I am trying very hard not to at this point. I just don’t want to talk to my goddamn hallucination of you, it’s really pissing me off!” I yell that last part that my voice echoes in the empty kitchen and then comes the tears, hers of course not mine. I take a step towards her.
“Damn it Jane, I’m sorry….I’m sorry. Don’t cry I will help you of course I will help you just don’t cry, I can’t stand it when you cry.” I take her into my arms hold her and she’s as real as I am and I can’t get how that is. Why did she fake her own death? Probably that fucking asshole she met, I was going to bet that piece of shit to a pulp.
“Now tell me again what is wrong?” taking her face in my hands drying off her tears.
“It’s my husband’s sister, she’s hurt herself and is paralyzed from the waist down. I need you to take a look at her. I can’t see what’s wrong and Manny you are the best there is. Please take a look at her!?
“There is that word again, what husband Jane?”
“I am married now to Vishous….” I snort at the name and almost burst out laughing.
“Vishous, really Jane” I raise a brow.
“It’s not that strange…” and she laughs "Ok maybe a little strange. But he's a sweet and kind man.” Kind my ass!
She start telling me about his sister and about this nasty fall she had, and how she just had minimum resources at their home clinic and she could not do a full examination. When I asked why for the love of god they not gone to a hospital, Jane is evasive and blame it on special circumstances. I make a mental not to have her answer it later, apparently this woman who had been injured was important even special to her and it being Jane, my dear Jane of course I would take a look at her.
“Now will you see her, I’ll bring you to her, it will have to be done so you don’t see where we are going but I will take you too her.”
“It will have to be done….Jane are you listening to yourself?” I shake my head when she looks at me with that annoyed face. I hold up my hands. “Fine, yes I will see her but only if you bring her to St. Francis Hospital, I won’t be able to do shit at that so-called clinic of yours Jane.”
“But…”
“No buts Jane, St. Francis or not at all are we clear?” she finally nods once and I know she gets it. “And when this is all done you are telling me everything I hope you get that.” Before leaving, she turns and look at me “I will call you.” And then walks off and when I follow her into the living room she’s gone and there was noise of her opening the door to leave. I just stand there and look into the darkened room all of a sudden feeling very tired.-








