As they climbed the steps of the front porch into the house, Piggy winced as a sharp pain started up on his right knee and shot across every part of his body. He gripped his mother's hand for support and Madelyn, startled, shot him a worried glance. Piggy didn't look at her, he couldn't, he kept his face forward. He had another painful struggle with the stairs leading up to his room but he went on like a champ conquering the emotional battle that came with every ascent. He was tucked into his bed, the same one from which he had fled some minutes ago, now occupied by the same people who only moments ago were at odds but now, Madelyn lay poised over her son, hand over his hair, occasionally checking his temperature which was now up by some degrees. She had rung the doctor who was now on the way to the house but was held up in traffic over at east-mile road.
It started raining outside, everyone had gone out, Jon, Piggy's father to work and Ken and Richie, his brothers to their school. Madelyn had stayed behind to look after him and had rung her office to inform them absence from work and the reason for it. Her boss, The Cook, famously know to all in the firm for her ability to address her staff in such a way that supercharged them with enough adrenaline to leave their computers blazing with exquisite news reports. If you were cold, she made you hot and if you were warm, she heated you until you were boiling, she never got tired of this drill and did it every morning like an assembly. Madelyn thought she must have noticed her absence. She was usually one of the warm ones and thus worked closely with The Cook.
The Doctor arrived at about 10 A.M. that morning and examined the child's body in such ways that even Piggy could not bear, sometimes letting out a scream. He had to be taken to the hospital for an X-ray to discover what was broken and what wasn't, with a possibility of being admitted if the damage was serious, and with his parents schedule, he most likely would be. Piggy smiled through the pain at the sound of this as it would mean no more trash trips for him over the next few days, he wouldn't have to do anything himself, be treated to the royal life of a little prince that he now assumed himself to be, entreated to a lot of care, compassion and attention and of course the many tales that he would tell when he went back to school. Liked every other kid his age, he relished any opportunity of a holiday. His mother was however not so inclined to the doctor's recommendation, she wanted her son well but hoped that his treatment didn't require him to get admitted at the hospital.
The voices of Dr. Duran and Madelyn who were now talking seriously about the boy's health had become faint to the brown headed monster lying down on the bed, the lad rested his head on his side, yawned wildly, blinked his eyes very slowly a few times, first at the doctor then at his mother before he fell soundly asleep.
Piggy woke up to the sound of voices and the beeping sound of machines. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked around, he saw a lot of skeletons walking around, nurses and doctors in uniforms and instead of helping out the patients, they were feeding off them, eating off their skin as the patients screamed in agonizing pain. His instinct was to scream, but doing that would only draw attention to himself and that he didn't want.
Slowly, he eased out of his bed gripping onto the metal frame of the hospital bed but unfortunately for him, there was a stethoscope resting on the bed and he kicked it. The sound it made as it hit the floor was like that of the bell in piggy's school, it was loud and it definitely drew the attention of all the skeleton walkers. They all turned and started walking towards him save for what looked like a female nurse who was running towards him from the back, pushing aside everybody in her way. Piggy held his breath in terror and clung to the sheets, he was already surrounded and there was no escape. The woman was close now, her skeleton face beginning to gain some flesh and bearing similar features to that of his mother... "Piggy, are you awake?" a soft voice called.
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