What Emerges Out

REPORT BY GAVIZ, JUNIOR DOCTOR

We were carrying Patient #51 onto a gurney, heading to the emergency room. I've been here as a junior doctor for almost a year, although this is the very first time I have been involved in a serious case of a patient.

Patient #51, according to the doctors' notes, was an average built man with fair skin. Brown hair, hazelnut eyes, as well as sturdy like arms, I failed to see what was wrong with him by the time I accompanied him to the emergency room.

Unlike most medical procedures I was familiar with, he was sat up onto the bed. I stayed a few meters away from the medical bed, allowing the doctors there to figure out what was wrong with this man.

The man, originally sitting on the medical bed, fell onto his back as he screamed at the top of his lungs. My position was clear enough that his ribcage was indeed rising, I could see the outline of the bones. I slightly gulped at the sight.

"Something must be inside" said one of the doctors. He exclaimed to one of the assistants there to give him a scalpel, which he got soon after. The scapel was sharp and clean, and it started to carry the patient's blood as the doctor gave a swift but gentle cut of the patient's chest, just before his organs below.

The doctor who had held the scalpel before had his gloves on, and he slowly pulled the patient's chest open.

All of us in the room jumped at the sound of a bird screaming.

One bird, a pigeon of some sort, flew out of the patient's chest. Tens to hundred of smaller pigeons, only a few inchest shorter than the first, followed the first pigeon. As each pigeon escaped it's 'prison', feathers came out. Some of the nurses that were present here screamed at the top of their own lungs. The patient himself screamed just as one final pigeon went out of the chest.

I startled at the last pigeon flying towards me, only to land in my hands, resting itself on my palms. The people in the room looked at me, as I asked them what I should with this pigeon.

They told me to take it away, as far as possible, to write a report of this incident and have it sent to Dr. Proctor. I soon left the room with my "new best friend" in the palm of my hands.