"The Patient With An Empty Diagnosis" (Creepypasta)

last week when I was taking a break in the middle of the graveyard shift at the hospital one of the other nurses ran in looking rattled Clarence I need you in room B he said his face is white is the wall surrounding us I closed my book and crane to my neck to peek into the ER being dragged off mid break was nothing new but it usually happened during an emergency when all hands were needed on deck this time however the ER was empty there was one drunk sleeping it off across a row of benches but aside from the sounds of his snores everything was quiet no one was prepping for the arrival of multiple casualties either if we'd gotten a call that would already have been people lined up with Gurney's by the door still despite all appearances Chris wouldn't have come for me if it wasn't important I got up and headed out of the break room what's up Chris I asked as I followed him swiftly if there was an emergency every second counted Chris replied does a 40-something Caucasian male that came in seems in distress but won't let anyone near him I raised a brow all right let's have a look did the EMTs say anything about his condition Chris shook his head he's a walk in came alone looked panicked but wouldn't say why he hesitated for a moment and there was something weird about the way he walked I nodded we didn't always get great work ups on patience especially the walkins with what little information Chris gave me I could only assume the patient had hurt his leg or something like that I wanted to know what was going on I'd have to examine it myself I entered emergency room B and found the patient standing in the corner he was tall but not unnaturally so wore a fancy suit polished black shoes and white silk gloves every single button on his dress shirt had been done up in fact it looked uncomfortably tight his call were pressed against his Adam's apple so snugly I could only imagine it to leave a mark Megan he restrained panicked brasses he struggled to inhale through the constriction like many balding middle-aged men his hair had gravitated to his chin but I could still read the worry and terror through the bush hiding his tense facial features as I started side-to-side like an antique cat clock if I had to guess based on his attire my money would have been on a limo driver of some sort even then the quality of his tailored suit seemed a few notches above the usual uniform hi sir my name is Clarence and this is Chris we're here to help you I said softly he twitched but didn't reply Chris whispered hasn't said a single word since he got here not one I took a step forward and saw the man's jaw clenching in response I lifted my hands non-threatening Lee and took another cautiously slow step listen I'm here to help you all right my hand slowly slid down to my stethoscope he watched me with almost impossibly dilated eyes showing barely a sliver of his green irises he must have been on some heavy drugs I figured sir I needed to take your vitals it won't hurt I promise he continued to stare but made no effort to escape as I bridged the distance between us I pressed the chest piece against him and slipped the earpieces on I closed my eyes and listened expecting to hear a thrash and heartbeat but no heartbeat came instead there was a constant shallow droning sound like the depths of the ocean the cosmic hum of solar radiation I pulled my stethoscope back and touched it to my own chest to test it it was working fine I could hear the pitter-patter of my heart now almost as a nervous Chris I put the stethoscope back on her speechless patient still only heard was that same otherworldly noise Chris picked up the empty chart and looked at me pulse he asked nervously I was torn between not scaring my patient and giving Chris and honest reply I hoped Chris would understand the subtle head shake I gave him there was no reason for my patient not to have a heartbeat though he had to be alive he was breathing moving and responding to what happened around him it was quiet sure but looked otherwise normal maybe the stethoscope couldn't capture his heartbeat through the thick layers of his suit I took a calming breath and reach my arm around back to try and slide it up his shirt the man however stopped me his arm swatted at mine and though the impact was light and painless the movement itself was enough to stop me in my tracks I pulled away sweat dripping from the sides of my face as I lifted my hands up again to show him I meant no harm the way his arm had moved it wasn't normal in fact it was distinctly abnormal I'm not sure how I could describe it without making it sound stupid but you know those long colorful inflatable decorations of set of car dealerships those cylindrical men with goofy faces that flap around as silly as this sounds his arm movement reminded me of them the way it bent the ripple it sent through his clothes as he unraveled it as though it were hollow inside that's the only imagery it evoked I wiped my brow and looked at the man all right I'm sorry if I scared you I just wanted to check your pulse he shuddered and I could see that odd effect now again this time across this entire bar knee the way it moved wasn't right it was as though there was nothing but wind holding his suit in place I took a step back and grabbed Chris's arm pulling him out of the room for a one-on-one conversation you said he was walking funny what do you mean by that I asked in a hushed and stressed tone Chris looked down he didn't seem to want to answer he probably thought I wouldn't believe him a flag on stilts what his legs he throwed his brows they look like flags on stilts are like those orange cone things at the airport look I know it sounds crazy but I believe you I replied I could feel his relief as he let out a sigh should I call a doctor yeah Chris stumbled down the hall I'm not sure whether his rush was to get help as quickly as possible or a distance himself from the man inside examination room B I couldn't blame him if it was the latter even I wanted to get away and I'd seen all manner of Horrors come through the ER over the years I peered into the room but when I did the strangers face was inches from my own I yelled and jumped back he recoiled in terror inching back to his place in the corner of the room his body wasn't so much moving as it was flapping he fell into the fetal position and held his head between his trembling hands I'm sorry you just startled me I said regaining my composure his head slowly lifted and his eyes focused on mine though no sound came out his lips moved and I could have sworn they were warding out a plea for help but just as I was about to answer the doctor stormed in now here we've got a problem case on our hands she said with a lack of a bedside manner typical of veterans of the ER doctor Omar there's something rough well come now stand up she brought to the patient if waves could turn broken pieces of a beer bottle into smooth rocks the ER could do the opposite to the empathy of their staff especially when the doctor in question had been on duty for almost 48 hours the man stayed in place climbing up now more than ever I can't examine you on the floor sir dr. Omar said dryly if you want treatment I'm going to have to cooperate I chewed at the inside of my cheeks it wasn't typically a nurse's place to speak up against a doctor but I had years of seniority under my belt still I used my authority sparingly it was imperative to maintain a pleasant working environment dr. Omar you're scaring him she let out an insulted huff get him on the bed I nodded and knelt down in front of the suited stranger we need to move you I promise we'll make you all better okay he shook his head lips quivering and eyes showing both desperation and nearly tangible fear we won't hurt you I whispered I could feel the doctors patient's waning I held out my hand come on let's get you up he moved just barely but I could tell he was about to reach for my hand and get up it seemed however that dr. Omar had waited lying off without warning she stomped over to us grabbed his arm and pulled I can't tell you for sure how it went down it all happened so fast I know one of the buttons on his dress shirt came off I found it later under the bed as I was cleaning the room I think dr. Omar tugged so hard it popped off and his shirt open just a crack I heard the sound of a deflating balloon I felt a rush of scorching hot air fizzle out of my patient then his figure seemed to shrivel and I heard something hit the floor dr. Olimar led an uncharacteristic scream as she stumbled back and looked at the scene I on the other hand stared in shock at the pile of clothes laying in front of me there was a bulge in the middle of it I reached for the suit and gently pulled it up like he used tablecloth there under the soft fabric was his head a length of spine dangling from it I don't know if I screamed if the shock was so great that I went emotionally numb I just remember looking at the now blank lifeless head as it rocked back and forth to a stop there was no blood no smell and no groans of agony just a perfectly almost surgically decapitated head and an empty suit no ID was found on the man no one showed up looking for him and without hands it was impossible to run his prints as far as I know his head was sent to the coroner for an autopsy whereas since either been preserved or disposed of I'll probably never know what happened to him but based on the fear I saw in his eyes I never feeling whatever it was it wasn't intentional if you made it this far I hope you'll follow me on Twitter at Kings spook creepy

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Length: 13min 22sec (802 seconds)

Published: Sun Feb 11 2018