Post by Owen Harper on Sept 23, 2010 21:28:22 GMT -5
Laying in a bed in the General Boston Hospital, Owen was not having fun. He was in the hospital because he was struck by an alien. It was an alien that Awren and Stray were chasing. He was a doctor and he hated hospitals. He was in Massachusetts. His right arm was cold because the IV was shooting medication in his arm. He felt scared. Why? Because he was in Massachusetts and away from Torchwood Three. "I am going to kill Jack," Owen mumbled under his breath. He was mad at Jack.
He looked at his mobile phone. He shooked his head in disgust. He can tell the hospitals in Massachusetts are more sterilize because he can smell the odor of the clean solutions.He took a deep breath when a nurse walked in. She was a black beauty this one.
"Owen Harper," she asked him with a smile.
"That be me," he said giving her a half a smile. He heard a little Irish Brogue with a Boston accent from the Black American Irish Nurse. But the Nurse kept dropping the 'r'. He rememebered people say pa'k the ca'. It was not like British dropping their Rs. She was nice enough. She talked to him, be sure he was comfortable and she was a good nurse. He figured things might be well after all. But still he wanted to kill Jack.
He laid there meditatiing on how things are going. Easy like hell. He was not big on change. And being in America was a big change. He missed the Hub. He missed the pubs. He missed things over there. He never thought he miss Cardiff. He took UK for granted.
Laying there, Owen had watched a doctor stopped another doctor in the halkway front of his doorway. He looked at them. He was curious what is wrong. Owen squinted his eyes and try to hear the conversation.
Owen heard them talking about another patient had his muscles pulled off his body. They did not know what it did it but it was clean. Both patience had no muscles on their bones. He over heard them say it was odd. But they said it must be a sick bastard out there. But they said both patience been discovered the same time in two different locations. One was at Fenway Park at night. The night after the Boston Red Sox played against the Yankees. And the other patient was at Quincy Market outside the mall. Both at night time.
Owen thought did you try to contact the other hospitals? Or call the police?
If a regular person heard this conversation. They might not think it was nothing. Even a regular doctor might not think its odd. But Owen can tell one doctor was really puzzled. Owen had to know what is going on. He tried to move. But he was all drugged up and he knew if he was not drugged his neck.
He closed his eyes and let the darkness take over him. He felt colder when he closed his eyes. He opened his eyes. But he felt the medication kicking in and he did not want to go under. He tried to fight it and he went into sleep.
He looked at his mobile phone. He shooked his head in disgust. He can tell the hospitals in Massachusetts are more sterilize because he can smell the odor of the clean solutions.He took a deep breath when a nurse walked in. She was a black beauty this one.
"Owen Harper," she asked him with a smile.
"That be me," he said giving her a half a smile. He heard a little Irish Brogue with a Boston accent from the Black American Irish Nurse. But the Nurse kept dropping the 'r'. He rememebered people say pa'k the ca'. It was not like British dropping their Rs. She was nice enough. She talked to him, be sure he was comfortable and she was a good nurse. He figured things might be well after all. But still he wanted to kill Jack.
He laid there meditatiing on how things are going. Easy like hell. He was not big on change. And being in America was a big change. He missed the Hub. He missed the pubs. He missed things over there. He never thought he miss Cardiff. He took UK for granted.
Laying there, Owen had watched a doctor stopped another doctor in the halkway front of his doorway. He looked at them. He was curious what is wrong. Owen squinted his eyes and try to hear the conversation.
Owen heard them talking about another patient had his muscles pulled off his body. They did not know what it did it but it was clean. Both patience had no muscles on their bones. He over heard them say it was odd. But they said it must be a sick bastard out there. But they said both patience been discovered the same time in two different locations. One was at Fenway Park at night. The night after the Boston Red Sox played against the Yankees. And the other patient was at Quincy Market outside the mall. Both at night time.
Owen thought did you try to contact the other hospitals? Or call the police?
If a regular person heard this conversation. They might not think it was nothing. Even a regular doctor might not think its odd. But Owen can tell one doctor was really puzzled. Owen had to know what is going on. He tried to move. But he was all drugged up and he knew if he was not drugged his neck.
He closed his eyes and let the darkness take over him. He felt colder when he closed his eyes. He opened his eyes. But he felt the medication kicking in and he did not want to go under. He tried to fight it and he went into sleep.
