I work in the intensive care unit of an infectious diseases hospital, where strange things happen almost every night. Since we have almost all hopeless patients who are living out their last hours and days, we cannot sleep at night, and we often have to declare death.
Maybe someone knows that in intensive care all patients are tied to the bed, because during the illness many do not control their actions, they can get up and piss on the devices, and some come across violent, rush at the medical staff.
So, on June 23 of this year, as usual, I went on duty (I am an infectious diseases doctor). I remember looking at the time — it was 18 o'clock, and I went to make my rounds. I looked at all of them, and it turned out that one ward was empty. I asked the girls nurses to wash it, turn on the quartz lamp and close it. I went to the resident's office myself to fill out medical records.
At 00:30, I had to go to the bathroom, I pass by an empty ward (we have windows instead of walls so that patients can be seen) and I see a girl tied to a bed, undressed, everything is as it should be, and she looks at me. It happens that patients in our intensive care unit regain consciousness.
I was surprised how it was, they admitted a patient and didn't tell me anything. Well, I think I'll check her out, then I'll go fuck the girls. I walk in, the door is open, the lamp is on, well, I think the girls have overworked it. I go up to her and say:
— Did you join us today?
She to me:
- no.
I think they've let someone down from the department (the intensive care unit is in the basement). I say:
— Now I'm going to examine you and ask you a few questions, do you mind?
- no.
"That's good.
I put on my gloves. I look at my eyes, and the pupil covers the entire iris. It happens after some medications. And she looks at me like that:
"Are you new here?"
I think he asks strange questions, but I answer them myself.:
— I've been working for six months.
"I haven't seen you here."
I was totally stunned. I examined her, the liver is enlarged, the skin is jaundiced. Hepatitis. I'll go, I think, I'll go to the nurses, I'll give a damn, and at the same time I'll take a medical history. I came out of the room, looked around, and she was looking at me with a kind of scary look from under her brows.
I go into the nurses' room, the girls are drinking tea. I say:
— Well, you brought the patient, but you didn't tell me anything.
They say:
"Which patient?" No one was brought to us.
I'm scared, I say:
"Let's go take a look."
We arrive, and it's empty, the door is closed.
They to me:
— What a joke you have, Alexander Romanovich.
I'm not in the mood for jokes. I went to the nursing room with them and didn't come out until morning. And in the morning the manager came, I went to him.:
— Pyotr Alexandrovich, a similar incident happened to me today.
And I told him everything. And he told me:
"You're not the first one to see her." Five years ago, a girl died in terrible agony in this ward. There was nothing we could do to help her. Since then, she has been coming to this ward every year.
I'm standing there in shock.
"It's okay," he says, "she's not the only one." There are more of them, and you'll get to know them again.
