Dr. Curio…By Sami Khalil
The eerie doc…The invisible doc...
The quiet whispers had eerie undertones. Darkness beyond held on
pulsing hearts, twitching in fear of death unearthed. Sanctity of life beheld
the essence of art adoration as forests echoed the call of owls, ascribing to
cautious tales. Some wishing tears brought mortality into the questioning of
the woe, while chasing off fears that began earnestly in injured prides.
Strutting along his guise of doctor’s uniform, faring forth patients’ rooms,
sharp hypodermic syringes were plunged into their veins, while weak hands shivered
and lips quivered, to no avail of this horror, brought forth by his invisible fingers, wearing white silhouetted gloves.
The pale moon witnessed hearts
grasp at death wishes, making room for the mournful and inconsolable to seek
the inanimate. Authorities feared a doctor had went mad, tarnished by meltdowns
and letdowns, committed all these heinous incidents.
As brutal as they can be,
they knew rumors can stir patterns of unjust outcomes. Some went further to
suggest that he was testing some new drugs for the pharmaceutical companies’
benefits, even selling them to prison houses for handsome profits.
Dr. Curio,
the whisperer as he was known for, had the license to kill, imprinted his morbidity
on the hospital psyche. He had a fleeting presence, seen by nurses when opening
office rooms, sitting on the desk, white-robed, writing deadly prescriptions,
then vanishing into thin air.
There was so much confusion even at room
temperature. The shape to become, in his writings, had hailed the insane, who
were culled to die like lowly animals in utter vain. Due to dull normality, he
rejoiced in the anomalous world of morbid souls. All his victims turned to be
an exact copy of him, for he found the recipe to change the human makeup in a
syringe.
Those fortunate look-alikes, waking up from slumber, went on to spread
his bewitching trade. Mass hysteria spread across the globe as people avoided
all hospitals like the plague. Many went back to Native medicines. Others
called on Imhotep for divine protection. On the other hand, owls kept calling,
ascribing to cautious tales, to no avail of this horror. Dr. Curio was crowned
the “King of All Medicine!”
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