How will Patient X end?

This is the same question I thought to myself, over and over again whilst sucking an Aniseed Ball and playing 'Chasm Spasm'. Will he be hit by another car? Will he change his name and be run over by an aeroplane? Or will he be attacked by zombies? I have decided to hold a vote on this question, featuring many different endings that will appear in my mind. Vote once, vote twice, but only twice overwise it will mess everything up. Also, get others to join and you will get a special prize!

Followers of the glorius Turd!

Yep, this is a serious discussion about blogs. Hopefully, Mark, you will not be offended by any hairist comments in Patient X Part 3. Honestly, I was stuck for ideas.

As for you, Tommy, I have found a way to remember your blog:

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That took ages: I couldn't copy and paste.

Patient X - Part 3

"Oi, Ginger! Heard you had fun in 'ospital, didn't yah?" It was typical of the school bully, Tommy, to pick on Jamie because of his ginger hair. After the short conversation with Rebecca, Jamie hadd stayed in hospital for another few days, before returing to school to catch up with work. It was as if nothing had ever happened. As if he had never been hit by the...car....
"Ginger, I'm talking to you!"
However intent Tommy was to get Jamies spirits down, it was never going to happen.
"Ginger!"
'Just keep walking', Jamie told himself. It was the end of the day and he just wanted to get home. Back to his parents, back to his games, back to his old life.
"You shouldn't 'ave kept me waiting!"
Jamie twisted around before he finally fell to the floor. Tommy had punched him in the face with such ferocity, his nose seemed to be broken and was bleeding badly. Why couldn't he just be left alone?
"What was that for?", Jamie yelled.
"You deserved it, after" Tommy kicked Jamie in the stomach "...that bloody Race." Picking himself up, Jamie pondered this reply.

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"Mum! Dad! I'm home!" No answer. On the walk back from school, Jamie had cleaned up his nose. It wasn't broken, just badly swollen. He'd also need to change his shirt later. Flecks of blood and vomit would be an obvious sign of a fight.
"Mum?"
No answer.
"Dad?"
Still no answer.
Jamie checked first his downstairs room, then upstairs where his mum and dad sleeped. He had never thought to himself about the rooms, their varying sizes and furniture, the different colours ranging from Red to Purple. Checking his bedroom door, he found a note. Reading it, he finally worked out why there was no answer:

'Dear Jamie,'

'We decided to leave you this note, just incase you wondered where we are. I am afraid to say that we have taken a small holiday, not that long, just a few weeks. We stayed with you in hospital, but we passed away on holiday after a few days of no recovery. When we heard that you had woken up, we were overjoyed. I'm afraid we won't be back in time to take you from school, so you will have to walk. We should be back by the 16th July.'

Obivously a note from his mother, but not in her hand. Maybe his dad had written it, but it wasn't in his pen. It also carried a strange, hygenic smell Jamie had smelt before, but he didn't know where from. Putting that aside, he reread the note again and again, trying to grasp some knowledge from it. His parents had always spoken about a holiday, but not for so long. Leaving him behind would save money and his wouldn't exactly have been able to enjoy it.
"The 16th of July! That's tomorrow!" Jamie exclaimed. He was on his own until then. After a few hours of work, he finally went to bed, struggling to sleep as he was so excited.

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Not bothering to face school and Tommy, Jamie had stayed at home. He had also overslept, as it was about 2 o'clock anyway. *Knock Knock* Someone was at the door! It had to be his parents! Pulling clothes on over his nightwear, he rushed downstairs to the front door.
"Mum! It's so great to..." he trailed off. It wasn't his parents at all. It was Rebecca.
"Ahh, Jamie, I thought you would be here. Do you know how to make tea? We need to have a long discussion about current issues."

TO BE CONTINUED

Another strike from the Dead

Yep, it's happened again. But this time, it isn't Nazis. No, this time, it's the Japanese. That's right, the zombies have struck again at a swamp in Japan somewhere (I forget it's name). I urge anyone who reads this blog and anyone who doesn't to prepare for another attack. It could come from any direction in any form.

Patient X - Part 2

Jamie got up. He had been asleep for more than a month, about 32 days to be precise. How could any sort of accident in a race knock him out for so long? He couldn't even remember what had happened exactly. He would have to find someone who did. As that thought sprung into his head, someone suddenly burst into the room.
"Oh sorry, I didn't realise you were awake." The voice came from a woman and, looking at the way she was dressed, Jamie guessed that she was a nurse.
"How did I get here?", he asked, shocked at how the answer came out croaked rather than confident.
"About...ahh...32 days ago you had an accident. You've been asleep since then. Since the car hit you", the nurse replied, a name tag around her neck announcing her as Rebecca. "But don't worry; most of your bones have healed well, but you make take a while to get over your Amnesia". Jamie pondered this reply. The Race had nothing to do with it, so why did his memory stop before the finish line? How did he get hit by a car? Why did it happen? And why did Rebecca seem to be hiding something from him?

Random Blogging, is it illegal?

Nope.

Patient X - Part 1

He was nearly there. After a few minutes of pain and agony, he had nearly finished. Drawing on energy reserves he never knew he had, Jamie sprinted to the finish line and, hopefully, first place in the race. But that was when everything went wrong. That was when it happened.
Jamie woke up. How long had he been asleep? The last thing he could remember was the race, then everything went black and now he was here. 'Where am I?' he thought as his senses suddenly returned. Looking around, he took in everything he saw. The bed, the watch on a bedside table. The patients chart on the door. He was in hospital, and he didn't even know why. Jamie checked the watch, scanning his mind for that last memory: The Race. That had happened on the 9th June. The watch said it was the 10th...of July.

Stories

Yep, everyone on Blogspot is doing it: Create a Story. And now, I give you.... (see the next blog).