A woman rushed up to him. A nurse. Jesus she was moving right through the creature like it didn't exist. Her arms disappeared in the middle of it, hands coming through the mass to check his pulse and feel his neck. She moved her mouth but he couldn't hear her above the roar of pain. He was sure his eyes were being sucked down his throat.
The nurse grabbed a hypodermic needle, jammed it into a bottle, and then stuck that same needle into an IV drip. In seconds, Leo felt a velvet wave travel from his right hand up to his chest and spread in all directions throughout his body. The monster disappeared, the meaty smell faded, the roaring ceased. He could breathe again.
Dr. Simms walked briskly up to his bedside, pulling her pen light from a side pocket. She wore surgical greens. Her movements were compact, precise, bird-like. She bent down to check his pupils, stretching his eyelids up. The light from the pen slammed against the back of his head and he jerked in reaction.
"Easy, Leo. You were struck by lightning. Can you tell me the name of our President?"
"Clinntonn or Gore," he smiled. "Depennnding on hah·. haaow long I've been sleeeeeeping."
The doctor smiled. "Obviously your sense of humor is undamaged." She stepped back from the bed, serious.
"Leo, you've been in a coma for a week."
"Oooh mmmmy Goddd.."
"Your system has been though an enormous shock. Your brain is like a deck of cards that has been thrown up into the air. We don't know how it'll land or in what order the cards will fall. So if you feel confused or you find it difficult to move, that's normal for this condition.
"But I saw a creaturrrrr on top of mmmme -- like a giant bed buuuug."
"Victims of electrocution often experience visions and hallucinations. Try to forget them. They'll pass soon."
Leo hoped she was right.