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"Give him Enflurane by mask... and 10 CCs of Thiopental by IV.. Dammit if this doesn't work.." Kerry brushed the hair from Dave's eyes as he trembled on the gurney and tried to curl into a ball in his sedated state. "Come on Dave.. You can get through this.." She murmured softly. "Don't let the demons get you.."
****
Dave lay on the pulsating moist ground of Bozo's stomach lining, naked and covered in a thick film of clown saliva. He was panting softly, his heart banging against his ribcage like a prisoner trying to escape, rattling it's tin cup against the bars. Dave had glanced down at his organs still throbbing with life, and nearly puked. He noticed the clowns sitting in the corners staring at him longingly, licking their parched lips and grinning, pulling their mouths into grotesque shapes, their tongues lolling out of their mouths like rabid, panting dogs.
As he found himself bleeding to death in a clown's stomach and realizing the irony of it all, Dave suddenly had a song stuck in his head. He groaned at the inappropriate time that songs always seemed to get stuck in his head and sighed, heavily as his wounded vocal chords would allow. The song stuck itself firmly in Dave's head in played on a continous loop and he mouthed the words softly as the clowns gathered round for a second attempt.
"Hit me clown because I'm not from your town now, hit me clown. Clown you ain't shit, turn around watch your face bleed. Clown you ain't shit, turn around get your face split. Hell you ain't shit, turn around watch your face bleed. Hell you ain't shit, turn around get your face split."
The clowns backed away slightly, their eyes rolling in their sockets, and tendrils of drool dripping from their yawning putrid smelling mouths. "We don't like Korn, Davey.." They said in monotonous unison. "Stop singing.. Stop singing Davey.."
"Leave me alone you Insane Clown Posse wannabes!" gurgled Dave throatily, as his body became slick with sweat. "Where did you put Cindy.. What did you do to h-"
***
"His stats are elevated and his pulse-ox is dropping, Kerry.. Should we intubate?"
Kerry ran a sweaty palm through her hair and shook her head. "No.. Not
yet Luka.. Let's see if he comes out of this.. If he wakes up on a vent..
It may make things worse.. We don't want things any worse than they already
are."
***
"Cindy..." Dave croaked weakly, turning his head and seeing the clowns circling again like lions. He began to sing again. This time louder with more conviction. "I don't run around, trying to be what's not within me. Look into my eyes, I am real. You're just a wanna-be." He smiled for the first time since becoming Bozo's breakfast.
"That's right you losers!!! You aren't the real shit.. You're imitation clown.. You're nothing but pathetic useless fakes!! You're nothing!"
The roaring of angry clowns filled his ears and he closed his eyes and tried to block them out. "NOTHING! YOU DON'T EXIST! GO AWAY!"
***
Dave's muscles were taught and strained against the ties that held him to the bed. He moaned softly. "Go..."
Kerry looked at Luka.. "Go get Cindy.. Get her in here.."
Luka glanced back at Dave who had soaked his gown with sweat and fear. "Certainly Kerry.. I'll be right back. You sure you want her in here?"
She glared at him. "Are you questioning my judgment Kovac?"
He shook his head quickly. "No.. No.. Not at all.. I'm going. I'll be back." Luka exited quickly, the trauma doors swinging closed.
**
"CINDY!!!!!!!!!!" Dave screamed at the top of his lungs as the clowns pounced again, ripping at his vital organs and slowly plucking them painfully from his body. A rather large, rotund clown munched on Dave's liver, blood running down his chin and pooling at his large red clown shoes.
Dave watched in horror as the clowns ripped through him like a human smorgasbord. Clown after clown picked through him eating his gallbladder and kidneys.. Slurping up his intestine like a single strand of spaghetti..
He tried to scream as a clown bore down on his neck and silenced him, till Dave could only communicate in voiceless, airy barks and throaty whistles.
The young doctor was slick with bloody and sweat and bile and Dave realized
suddenly with some sick thought that while these clowns were eating him,
Bozo was digesting them all.