|Rotting Flesh (standard:horror, 578 words)|
|Author: clark, susan||Added: Aug 04 2003||Views/Reads: 1904/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Story of a woman whose flesh is being eaten.|
Rotting Flesh Each day the sore on her hip grew more cavernous. It was as if some ravenous animal whose appetite could never be sated was gnawing at her flesh. In its wake, the greedy animal had left a hole large enough for the doctors and nurses to stick their fists in. The tunnel was so deep you could nearly see her white trochanter bone protruding through the necrotic flesh. In most cases, bed sores of the kind she had were surgically closed. However, in Rebecca's case this had been ruled out. Although she was only 34, she was too emaciated and debilitated to survive the operation. Instead, a team of nurses came to her home each morning and packed and dressed her sore. During the 5 months they had been making the visit to her stuffy bedroom, there had been no progress. It was a mystery. Rebecca was seemingly healthy, and her only previous infirmity had been a car accident. This had left her in a wheelchair, but doctors assured her that she was essentially “normal” aside from not being able to ambulate. Then, for some reason she had developed a strange bump on her hip. It progressed into an open sore that refused to heal. Her doctor diagnosed it as a “bed sore” and advised her to eat protein and stay off the hip. At first, Rebecca followed his orders and consumed as much lamb, beef, chicken, and cheese as he had prescribed. She took care to not rest on her hip, and never sat in her wheelchair long. Initially, the seemingly innocuous sore began to heal and arrangements were made for the nurses to visit Rebecca on a weekly basis. The change in routine upset Rebecca. She had begun to look forward to the nurses visits, and welcomed their company. They always chatted with her, helped her dress, and showed great affection for her. Under their daily care, the sores had improved, and Rebecca felt happy. Now, that was to change. She would return to the isolation that had defined her existence since her car accident. This prospect distressed her. Rebecca resolved not to lose the one source of human contact that had brought her happiness. Intake of protein was slashed, and she spent hours lying on the infected area. As a result, her condition worsened, and daily visits were again prescribed. This pleased her and again she flourished under the nurse's care. Again, the doctor, upon seeing her health improve ordered the nurses to visit Rebecca weekly. Rebecca again distressed, ate less and less, and lay motionless on her mattress. Her body, while young, could not tolerate the changes. Now, even if she had wanted her condition to improve, it would not. Her muscles had wasted, and fat reserves had been depleted by her roller coaster habits. Prolonged deprivation of animal meat had wreaked havoc on her levels of protein, albumin, and red blood cells. Amid these complications, she developed sepsis and her flesh on her hip began to rot. The weaker and sicker she grew, the more and compassionate and caring the nurses became. They asked her how she felt and what she had eaten. Some brought her flowers, food, and others offered to help her with her housework. Aside from the pain, Rebecca was never happier. She felt loved and cared for at last. The consequences of her self neglect were not of concern any longer and she awaited her ultimate fate. Tweet
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