“Put it with the rest,” the lady at the reception told a nurse, handing her a few ripped-up documents.  
“Mr. Kayden Whitlock?” she called out. 
I looked up and waved.  
The receptionist handed the nurse a few documents, whispered something, and her coworker signaled me to follow her. I got up from my seat and headed toward the long hallway,  
“So, blood clot in your head hmm?” she asked me, walking and looking over the documents. 
She had a heavy southern accent and a very high-pitched voice. I nodded as she came to a stop at a door at the end of the hallway. The sign on the left of the door said Dr. Bordot, and under it said Neurosurgeon. Just looking at the word scared me. The nurse knocked, “Come in!” said a deep voice from inside the room. 
She opened the door for me, I was about to walk in when she pulled me by the shirt, and whispered quickly, “Stay calm alright? It’s going to be over before you know it.”  
Before I could answer she pushed the documents into my hand and shoved me into the room, shutting the door quickly. I saw myself facing a man with a bald head, dark large eyebrows, and thick glasses that made his eyes look much bigger. He turned from his computer and stood up coming over to me. 
“I am doctor Bordot, and I'll be preforming the surgery on you today,” he paused for a moment and reached his hand out asking for a handshake. “Ah these must be your documents; you can just throw them in the trash.” 
“You don’t need them?” I looked at him confused. 
“Not really, they’re more of a formality.” 
I looked at him for a moment, he grabbed the documents from me and scrunched them into one big ball, tossed them in the trash and took my hand. He shook it firmly and directed me to the bed.  
“We’re going to proceed with the surgery right away,” he said picking up his phone. 
He called up a few nurses to the room and told me to lie down. Less than a minute later nurses came flooding into the room, one came over to me and looked me up and down. She left to talk to the doctor, they started whispering to each other. Why does everyone here whisper so much? 
Dr. Bordot came over to me, and next to him was a nurse holding an anesthesia mask. She moved my hair out of the way and put it on me. I started feeling slightly lightheaded. 
“So where do you work?” She asked. 
“At the bank.” 
“Do you have a wife?” Her voice started getting quieter, while a machine behind me started beeping. 
“Yeah, her name is Amanda.” 
Before I knew it, my eyes shut, and her voice sounded distant to the point where I couldn’t understand her anymore. Then I heard a distant voice.   
“Stay calm alright? It’s going to be over before you know it.”  
Then it went black.  
Suddenly I could hear it again, I heard steady beeping getting louder. I tried opening my eyes, but they were too heavy.  
“Doctor, he’s awake.” I heard someone with a southern accent say. 
I tried opening my eyes once more, and this time I could open them halfway, I saw about five nurses and one doctor above me. I slowly started remembering why I was here: the surgery, the hallway, the doctor, the nurse, and the machine. I opened my eyes fully and looked at the doctor. He pulled the mask off and said,  
“Hello, Mr. Whitlock.”  
“Hi.” 
“The surgery was successful; you are all good now.” He said smiling. 
“Thank you.” 
I sat upright and one of the nurses helped me get up. 
“Are we feeling okay?” She asked me. 
“Yeah, just a little dizzy.” 
She walked me to the waiting room, where I saw Amanda sitting down. She jerked her head up and saw me, leaped out of her seat, and walked towards me. 
“You must be Amanda?” The nurse asked. 
They talked for a bit, and then Amanda took my hand, leading me towards the exit.  
“How did it go?” 
“Good.” 
She smiled and we walked toward the car, I got into the passenger seat and Amanda got behind the wheel. Instead of driving, she zoned out looking at the wheel. 
“Amanda?” 
She continued staring at the wheel, as if she did not hear me. I looked at her eyes, and they were focused on the horn, she did not blink once during the minute I was staring at her. The low gas signal started beeping, and she jumped.  
“You okay?” 
“Yeah,” she said with a distant voice, “just scared me.” 
She smiled, put on her seatbelt, started the car, and took off. She pulled out of the parking lot and headed the opposite way we came from. She looked so focused on the road as if she’d never driven a day in her life. Not to mention she was going way past the speed limit, I looked at her frantically while she approached a red stoplight. 
“Where are we going,” I asked her. 
“Home?” 
“This isn’t the way home,” I told her, confused. 
She turned towards me and seemed to realize after a few seconds.  
“Oh, my bad. I'll turn around.” 
Something was definitely going on with her, I ignored it and thought maybe it was because she was tired or something. She was heading the right way but speeding like crazy, I decided not to say anything since she clearly had something going on, and wasn’t in the mood to talk.  
After what seemed like the longest ride of my life, we were finally home. I walked into the house, it looked less furnished than I remembered it.  
“You wanna watch a movie?” I asked Amanda. 
“Yeah sure.” 
I went to the living room and sat down; she sat on the couch across from me. It seemed like she didn’t want anything to do with me today. I changed the channels, looking to see if there were any good movies on, I finally found one that I thought was good. 
“This one okay?” 
“Yeah,” she said, “I’m going to get some water really quick.” 
I nodded and she got up and headed towards the kitchen, I turned back to the TV, the movie was about some kid quitting his job and going to live with his crazy aunt. I’ve seen this movie about fifty times, and I could watch fifty more.  
About 20 minutes passed and Amanda still wasn’t back, 
“Amanda!?” 
Nothing. I got up and headed towards the kitchen. It was dark and the only light was from the TV and the light above the stove.  I walked in and saw her standing in front of the window staring out.  
“What are you looking at?” 
She snapped her head back, looking at me, with a small grin. Her face was completely washed out, and her eyes seemed to be glued to me as I walked to her. I was freaking out at this point, she seemed completely possessed. I could feel my heart beating quicker, suddenly it stopped. I heard something behind me beeping, I turned my head and saw that it was just the TV. I didn’t want to look back at her, but I had to. I glanced at the window near the TV, I could see our reflection in it, her standing behind me. All of a sudden, the reflection of Amanda raised her hands and brought them toward my head. I quickly turned my head back, trying to duck. I felt her hands around my head, and it went black.  
“I think we lost him doc.” I heard a southern accent say 
“Damn it,” I heard another voice say, “put him with the rest.”