Once that thought enters my mind, the room goes completely dark. I stand still in shock of what I believe to be true, I vaguely know the story of Isis and Osiris, or I guess it would be better to say the courtship of us, but I do remember one thing, their story always ended in tragedy. Does that mean that tragedy is all this couple was ever destined for, are we always doomed to search for one another, without ever getting the chance to be together. Will everything we are fighting for end in nothing? Isis and Osiris never got their happy ending, so does that mean Husani and I will be separated again, is that all we have to look forward to?

I notice how quiet the room is when I move towards the table. Instantly the lights flicker back on and the water I felt beneath my feet is gone. I look over at Husani who is sitting in the same chair, with no glimpse of movement. All is quiet once more and I am left with my thoughts to eat at me the same way they most likely will. This is yet another question, another problem to solve and I have no idea where to start. While I wallow in my self-pity, I hear the click of the doorknob and wonder what time it is, at that moment I remember where I am.

            “Oh, shit!” I state.

I think about the schedule that Dr. Kalifa and I have for today, and what the hell I am going to say about a doctor that is not moving or speaking. Last I checked a comatose doctor can’t handle patients. One thing I am sure of if anyone finds him like this, the whole triage unit is going to lose their shit! I can’t believe I have to figure this out too, as far I know my magic doesn’t have any effect on being able to hide a body. Dammit! Here I go again, why do I constantly find myself smack dab in the middle of a potential crime scene? The minute that door is opened, all hell will break loose, and I have no clue how to even start to explain why resident Dr. Kalifa has passed out in breakroom four on a unit he does not normally manage, much less how he became unconsciousness in the first place. I’m pretty sure if I explain what happens on a different plane called limbo, I will lose my job, but instead of being sent home I’ll get a lifelong transfer to the psyche ward immediately. The snap of the door being pushed open stops me in my tracks, ok no time to worry about what I can’t explain. Right now, I need to hide resident Husani, but where do I hide him in the breakroom? I examine the room thoroughly and spot a secluded corner near the back window that is not being hit directly by the light. I can move him there and cover his face with my scarf. Yeah, that will have to work, but hopefully he’s not too heavy or somehow, I can channel my inner Isis strength. I look over at Husani and then turn to glance at the corner of the breakroom, it’s not that far, yeah, I can do this, I encourage myself, knowing I am running out of time. I approach Husani and wrap his arms around me, his head falls forward. I take one more look at the corner.

“Yep, this is going to suck.” I tell the door that’s slowly creeping open.

With one big pull I yank Husani up and his head flops around like a bobble doll head that has been boomeranged off the dash of a car. I pray that no matter what, I do not end up killing this man before I ever get the chance to learn who he is and how we’re connected. I drag him over and drop him down in the chair. Smack! Before I can catch it, his head falls forward onto the table.

“Ouch! That will leave a mark.” I say aloud.

I know that when Husani does finally wake up, he’s going to have one heck of a headache. I’m sorry for this Husani, I promise I will heal you the first chance I get…I stop, if that is at all possible. Can I heal gods too? I never thought about that possibility. I wonder if Asten would know anything, I could really use his help right about now or if Husani could wake up. I bend down towards him.

 “I wouldn’t mind if you woke up Husani, it’s not a bad idea if you do that soon, like now would be good.” I whisper.

There is no proof that he heard me, but fingers crossed, he did earlier and will be returning soon, hopefully?

 I move his body to face the window and wrap the scarf around his neck, slightly covering his face. Since he was wearing his jacket, it doesn’t look too bad, so I’m hopeful this will work. I move back towards the area he and I were sitting at and plop down. The door swings open and Dana, the triage nurse on this floor pokes her head in.

“Oh, hi Eset, have you seen Dr. Kalifa? Everyone is looking for him.” She asks.

I smiled at her and pointed down at my notes on my lap.

“No, I haven’t seen him since he had a phone call and had to step out.” I explained.

She looked over at the corner and back at me, I know she was probably wondering who the person hiding their face was. I moved in her line of sight to block him best I could without looking like I was trying to hide something.

“So, you haven’t seen the doctor since then, about how long ago did he leave?” She asks.

I glanced at the clock on the wall and down at my notes. Shifted to the right and placed the papers down. With a frown showing on my face, I looked up at her.

“I’m not really sure Dana; I think it’s been somewhere around fifteen to twenty minutes. He told me to work on these records and when he returned, we would go to the third floor.” I explain.

She looks back over at the still slumped over person in the corner and then looks back at me.

“Eset, do you know who that is over there?” She points towards the corner.

I stop, wanting to laugh! I swear the crap I find myself wading through these days. I need to act nonchalant and unworried. I peek over at the corner, turn back to Dana.

“I’m not sure, from what I can tell he’s nothing to worry over. Dr. Kalifa told me not to bother with him since he was here before us, so I just kept to myself.” I giggle.

Once again, she tries to get a look, but then her pager goes off and she knows she can no longer inquire about the silent stranger.

“Ok, well Eset, if you do see Dr. Kalifa, please tell him that he is needed on the second floor.” She requests.

I stand stunned as she turns toward the door and takes her first step. I stare at her, knowing I need to say something. Holy shit! I think this might work.

“I will relay the message Dana, the moment I see him.” I say with a smile.

Dana walks away and with a soft click I am alone in the breakroom once more. I feel my pulse slow; I’m shocked that I was able to avoid the first conflict with Husani’s schedule well successfully hiding him in plain sight. The problem is, the longer he takes, the number of people that will come to look for him will increase. Then sooner or later someone will remember that Husani has a cellphone. I should ask Asten to help me with covering for the doctor. It would be best if I could make it look like Husani left for the remainder of the day and not only that, but he was allowed to leave. That or he could wake up.

“Paging Dr. Kalifa, come in Dr. Kalifa! Do you hear that, you are being called.” I sarcastically state.

I know that Husani will not be responding to my stupid remarks, but it’s still a good way to let go of some frustration. I wonder how Asten felt when I was in his shop, but my consciousness was in limbo the whole time. The best thing to do is leave this room and go do my rounds, but I’m supposed to be with Dr. Kalifa for those rounds. I don’t want people to question where he is every time, they see me. Also, I must make sure no one bothers the hidden Husani in the corner of this breakroom. I need to stay here and protect him myself while he traverses the underworld. The best thing would be to convince everyone here that both Husani and I had to leave for the day and to go somewhere we could be safe, I’m going to give Asten a call, I know he will help me and that’s a better option than playing hide and seek for the rest of the day with the staff from Jefferson Medical.