I need a doctor; Flight and Routine

Here are three writing prompts over the last week...

The first was from a random song picked from a random online radio station. The song that I came across was Dr Dre - I need a doctor. I took the first line and rolled with it...

The second is entitled Flight and the third Routine. Enjoy!

Dr Dre - I need a doctor

I'm about to lose my mind. The drip drop sound from the leaking tap down the corridor echoed like the dull slam of a drum. A constant expectation that my senses now waited for in dread. Sure enough, two seconds later the reverberation eases its way through my skull. Painstaking.

I've lost track of time, save for the count of the endless drops of water, acting like a clock in an infinite void. I don't know how long I've been lying here in the dark.

I try to roll over to will myself away, in a far away place, deep in the crevices of my mind. But I cannot move. My drugged body has disassociated itself from me. I can't feel my limbs so I lie still and wait. I take a deep breath and imagine a safe place. I find an early memory of myself laughing, at ease, not a care in the world. But the images fade almost instantly and disintegrate with the sound of a renewed drop of water, continuing to alert me. Bringing me back to the here and now and my sad state of affairs.

They wanted me to speak and tell them about the serum. Well I'm ready now, to tell them all. Just make that sound stop. Just bring the life back to my body and let me be again.

And I hear a creaking door open. I squint at the neon and the other outside sounds invading my subdued cell. A figure looms in the doorway. I struggle against a parched throat, "I'm ready to tell you. Please, I need a doctor."

Flight

"Can I bring you a drink and welcome snack?" beamed the air hostess as she handed me a shiny cosmetics bag, along with a pair of pyjamas before leaning over to lay a fresh duvet, a fluffy pillow and soft slippers on what looked like a bed nearby.

I stared at the items in my lap, looked up at her then down at the bed to my side, suddenly not knowing whether I was coming or going.

"Er... uhhh... wa-water please? yeah... yes thank you," I questioned more than answered and I could hear the air hostess giggle all the way down the aisle.

I eyed the others around me and saw that they were already settling into their cosy armchairs; it seems that first class was just the cure I had always needed for my fear of flying.

Routine


"Can you do something for me?" asked Linda in a panic.

Shona stopped typing and uttered an aknowledging mmmhmmm to her nearby supervisor. She thought she could guess what she was going to be given. Another exciting research task. Another phonecall to an important official perhaps. Or even better, another meeting she would have to attend.

A huge stack of documents suddenly brought her to attention as they landed, or rather were slammed down on her desk. Shona looked up with raised eyebrows from her behind her glasses.

"I need all these scanned in and sent off to the client in an hour. Can you do that? Can you get it all done by then? Make sure they're all in date order too." Linda said it all in one breath as she smoothly made her way back to her chair and started hammering away on her keyboard again, now in complete oblivion, relieved that she had she offloaded the most boring task in the world to someone else.

Great, thought Shona to herself, another hour of good old-fashioned routine. And she reached for her stress ball and chewing gum.