The Waiting Room
~ Chapter Twenty-Two
The 411 on 911
Mort
rebooted the computer. But just like before, Lori’s name
continued
across the screen.
“Damn it. I won’t be able to do a
freaking thing at this rate.”
“And what pray tell have
you been doing on that blasted machine, man?” Jung yelled
across
the room as he shoveled in the last of his mashed potatoes.
“I
don’t think I’ve seen you do one f--king thing on
it in days.”
Mort only glared at the drug dealer. “I hope you
choke”
he thought secretly.
“That could be arranged you know, Mr.
Rainey?” came Shooter’s voice, slithering in
Mort’s head like
the snake’s hiss in the Garden of Eden.
“Leave me alone,
you hick. How many times do I have to tell you? Isn’t English
spoken in your part of hillbilly country?
F…u….c…” Rainey had
started to spell the word when a disturbance across the room stopped
him.
Jung was indeed choking, both hands to his throat, his
face turning red, then slowly a ghastly blue as he struggled for air.
Duke was beating his back, while Brasco tried to get into position to
perform the Heimlich maneuver. But Jung was too large for him to get
his arms around, let alone attempt to lift him upward.
“Nine-one-one! Someone call 911!” Wood was
screaming
though cupped hands, still lost without his megaphone.
“No
need for that 911 s--t,” Sands tried to explain as he brought
out a
pistol. “Just put him out of his misery like the dirt-bag dog
he
is.”
“Put that away, man!” Wood demanded. “We
need
professional help here” Sands responded with a
“duh” kind of
gesture, waving the gun.
"Not that kind of professional help,
medical help, we need medical help! Isn’t there a phone in
here to
call emergency services…call Alexandrea…she mans
the 911 Board!
She’ll know what to do!”
“She’s too busy now I hear,”
came Axel’s reply. “She's up to her armpits fending
off death and
taxes for Depp.” All eyes shot to the man from Arizona.
“She’s
one of Depp’s girls, that’s her job.” He
shrugged, hands up, as
he realized he could not offer any other solution to the situation.
Jung was now sinking to the floor as he passed out from lack of
oxygen.
It was Edward who came to the rescue. With lightening
speed he was at the dying man’s side and with a swift move,
inserted the tip of this scissor-hand, performing an emergency
tracheotomy.
A small girl-like scream was heard as Crane
fainted.
Brasco immediately inserted the insides of a ball
point pen into the hole. Jung began to breathe again.
“Good
job men!” Wood congratulated them. “Another great
day! Isn’t
it grand to be alive?”
Everyone in the room mumbled beneath
their breaths as they returned to their places, all wishing it had
been Wood lying on the floor.