Chapter Forty-nine

Somewhere in the depths of emptiness, he heard the beeping sounds of a machine, like those he usually heard in hospitals. Marley fought to ignore it to no success so he tried to open his eyes to decipher the origin of the nagging sound but it was almost impossible to break his lids open.

"Look, his finger shook," he heard a soft female voice say.

"Are you sure?"

"I swear it did—there it goes again."

"Right. Go call the doctor. Quick!"

The voices to his ears were so distant yet, the words were figurable. Where was he?

Marley in a second attempt to open his lids saw before him a surly sky of white. Then came an unbearable pulsing of his head. He grunted.

The doctor, he presumed, rushed in and instantly patted random parts of his chest with his stethoscope.

What I'm I doing here?

With his eyes void of emotion and plastered to the ceiling, Marley struggled to shut down the incessant pulsing in order to reminisce the series of event which had led him to such an unpleasant atmosphe