Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24996913-20141002200344

This one is veryyyy veryyy old, and I stumbled acrossed it as I scrolled through my notes (that keeps crashing). I just wanted to see if this would fit in on the site, as it's definitely not something I'd usually write. Enjoy.

There's this guy I've been seeing for the passed few months. He's not quite like what I'm used to, but he's much greater than that. Whenever I see him, sparks fly. He's not much of a talker, but he enjoys listening to me rant about simplistic things no normal man would find captivating. I suppose that is why I can never stop thinking about him.

My mother worries about our relationship. She says it's not normal for a grown woman not to introduce her lover to her parents. I cannot help but feel she believes he is some type of criminal. She's such a worry wart. Though my parents have always seen my "star quality" potential, they've always yearned a different lifestyle for me. I push myself far too hard, neglecting the things most twenty year olds cannot seem to live without. A social life.

Back in college, the only person I really talked to was my professor. For years we worked together, creating dynamic electrical circuits unlike its predecessor in function. We were the ultimate team and received notoriety quickly with our work. But, after a few more months of much bigger and more controversial work together, I threw in the towel as we fell into major snags in our experiments. My mother couldn't have been more happy that I stopped working with the heavy duty stuff. She always worried I would perish while conducting our experiments. I had no such luck.

After graduating from college at the top of my class for electrical engineering, I didn't exactly have the time for socializing with people. So, naturally, when my mother found out I was seeing someone, she was ecstatic and yet worried.

She asked about Hal all of the time, questioning where he worked, where he lived, and what he was like. Of course I calmed her worried mind, answering all of her questions as they fell from her mouth. I knew she only wanted the best for me, but her constant inquiries only irritated me. No one enjoys being grilled interview style on a consistent basis. It's tiring.

Noticeably, I've been on the edge recently. Sometimes I cannot even concentrate while at work. Within my job, I am expected to stay alert at all times, but recently it's becoming more of an impossible task. Even my coworkers have noticed my strange lapses. Unbeknownst to me, they've reported on my inattentiveness, alerting my superior of what they've witnessed day by day. I do not doubt they whispered my deteriorating state in order to take my position as lead engineer. Jealousy is always hidden amongst brilliant minds.

Coincidentally, my coworkers scheme worked. I was relieved of assignment for two weeks by our superior. He believed I needed time away to relax, perhaps sleep in a few days. Though I was upset I was put on leave, I understood his position in the matter and remained cordial up until I left the workplace.

I love my job. What sane person would spend countless agonizing years in school, racking up on college debt, just for the hell of it? I've always had a passion for all things technological. Hell, I even built a computer at the age of ten by hand. So, without a doubt, I was angry I couldn't do what I loved for a full two weeks.

But, being forced on leave meant I could spend two weeks with Hal, and I've realized, over the passed few months we've been official, that I loved him more than anything in this world. More than engineering... More than my parents... More than myself...

Days passed by with a romantic ambience. Hal and I never seemed to leave the bedroom. Everything was so passionate between us. So raw, refreshing, and electric.

He. Is. My. Everything.

However, I began lapsing to the point I'd wake up in the hallway, dumbfounded as to how I got there. Hal suggested I visit a doctor. Being that he himself was concerned about my advancing illness, I immediately began to worry. What was going on with me?

So I went to the hospital that night, staring as I watched a man with a pipe through his eye being wheeled into the emergency room.

"May I help you?" The woman behind the desk asked.

"Obviously," I said, angrily.

The sudden anger bewildered the woman almost as much as it did me. I quickly apologized before continuing on.

"I-I'm having some sort of brain issue. I black out and wake up in different places than before," I said, embarrassed.

The woman nodded her head as she keyed in my claims into the computer.

"I need you to take a seat and we will call you when a doctor is available," she said.

I nodded, took my seat, and waited patiently for my name to be called.

After watching the waiting room capacity lower over a period of an hour, my name was called and I hurriedly followed behind the nurse. I took my seat on the less than comfortable hospital bed and waited as the nurse grabbed her laptop.

"So you have been sleepwalking?" She questioned, looking up from the laptop.

Frustration swelled within me, but I quieted its screams.

"No, I have been blacking out," I said.

The woman began typing into the laptop.

"Okay. And, are you experiencing any headaches, migraines, throbbing pains?" She questioned.

I shook my head as she continued to type.

"Is there a history of seizures, blackouts, or any brain related ailments in your family?" She asked.

I, again, shook my head, growing impatient.

"Let me go ahead and check your blood pressure and temperature, sweetheart," she said.

I took a deep breath before she performed each test.

"Oh my," she said as she stared at the thermometer.

I stared at her with confused eyes.

"There is no way. You have a 120 degree fever," she said, shaking her head.

I laughed, grabbing the thermometer from her hand.

"I feel fine right now. This has to be a mistake," I said.

She shook her head.

"I'll go get the doctor," she said, rushing out of the room.

Once she left the room, I began to zone out, laying back on the uncomfortable bed as I tried to remain conscious. This wasn't normal.

No sooner than the sickness came, it had gone, just in time as the doctor walked through the door.

"Hello, I hear your fever is exceedingly high, young lady. You have been experiencing memory loss and blackouts correct?" He asked.

I nodded.

"Well, we need to get you a CT scan to make sure nothing nasty is brewing in that brain of yours," he said, smiling.

I agreed, but my current situation was all but a smiling matter. The smug look in his eyes enraged me, but I stood and followed him into the CT scan room. They quickly strapped me into the bedded machine and slowly engulfed me in the darkness within it.

"Okay, dear, do not move," the doctor broadcasted.

Only an imbecile would move in something that could melt their brain if it malfunctioned, but... something was wrong. The machine began short circuiting, glitching as if it were going to explode. Electricity began shooting from the power source, causing me to scream in sheer horror as it inched closer to my face with each strike.

"Help!" I screamed, squirming in the machine, violently.

"Please, do not move!" The doctor yelled back.

Fuck you! I was inches away from electrocution and immediate death. Who would keep still in that situation?

"Oh my god!" He yelled.

I listened as the nurse and doctor squealed in the background. The sound of their screams scared me as I laid still, watching the electricity inch closer to my face. But, moments after their screams subsided, I was slowly pulled out of the CT Scan. Standing at the foot of the bed, Hal stared passionately at me. His smile temporarily erased the terror I had just experienced.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, looking into his electric eyes.

He touched my belly, pointing at the room in which the asshole doctor and ditsy nurse once stood. Inside of that room, I could see an intense fire making its way up the ceiling.

"Why?" I asked, stepping away from him.

With every step I took away from him, he countered it, extending his hand out once more to touch my belly.

"Danger," he said.

Behind me the CT Scan went up in flames, threatening to explode at any minute. I looked back at Hal who began glitching himself. As he fell to the floor, cracking the back of his central processing unit with the fall. He stared up at me, smiling before touching my belly.

"I lololoLove you... Iiiiii always havvvvee. Youyouyou saved mmmeee that day iiin the lablablab," he stuttered, convulsing as he began to fade away.

"I love you too, Hal," I said, crying as his smile twitched.

"Take care ofofofof the baby," he said, closing his eyes as he finally shut down.

I stared down at him with tear filled eyes as I clutched my stomach, watching as professor Hal's screen went black. 