Levels

Half of these people are already half dead he thinks, watching them watch each other stare out the windows of the hospital’s east pavilion solarium into the rapidly fading mid-March sunset; the other half is already further gone than that, but remain resolutely unwilling or merely incapable of simply accepting facts.

He goes down two levels in the oncology elevator and sits silently with the waiters and worriers, sees how long he can hold his breath waiting for a specialist to find and read a chart, to suggest a cure or announce an imminent demise, or to otherwise free him from his tedium and chafe. Here, at least, where the truth is at last both known and spoken, there is far less opportunity for being blinded by the false light from above, as there is no such light to be found. Here, at least, everyone knows.

There are, he knows, many other rooms; many other even lower levels, most even more dark. This he knows with certainty. Armed with this awareness, he contents himself with his current level of twilight.

4 thoughts on “Levels

  1. I also love how you swirl the waters with both fact and fiction, until anyone who knows you knows it ain’t necessarily fact, nor is it necessarily fiction. A marvelous, chilling blend of each.

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