The Creeper - A modern day horror story
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British (England - South East - Oxford, Sussex) British (General) Irish (General)Transcript
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the woman screamed out in agony. Around her were gathered several men and women in white uniforms with face masks and rubber gloves. Some of them had blood spatters, randomly speaking, their gowns as they move swiftly around the large tent gallery instruments on, replacing bandages upon the orders of those obviously in charge. At the opening of the canvas enclosure, the stood a young man. His face was as white as the sheets or the operating table had. Once bean, he was sweating profusely, his shirt and shorts virtually sodden with damp patches. The expression on his face was a combination of terror and panic. He felt completely helpless. The men and women surrounding the patient spoke quickly to each other in their own tongue. The man had not been the country long enough to be able to pick up more than a few words here and there, so he was completely oblivious as to what was being said. But he knew from the overall speed with which the nurses moved, that they were short of time. From outside, the sound of drums grew louder on the rhythm. More fevered, the young man desperately wanted to lend his assistance even if it was only by holding the young woman's hand in sympathy at her plight. But he had already been warned off with gestures and incoherent ranting by those outside who had been left a Garver tent. He was amazed that they had actually allowed him in this far, but they could probably tell by desperate pleadings that he meant no harm and would not interfere with the proceedings taking place inside. The woman screamed out again on began bucking and shuffling on the bench. Her naked body, bathed in perspiration, began to slide closer to the edge of the bench. One of the men shouted something, and two of the female nurses quickly ran to the woman held her down, manoeuvring her back into place. Meanwhile, one of their colleagues brought over some thick ropes, and together they began to buy the poor woman by her wrists and ankles to prevent her from falling off if he continued to struggle. The woman being bound looked to be about 20 years old, with blond hair tied back in a ponytail and beads of perspiration streaking down. Her contorted features, with her arms and legs bound, tightened a star formation the doctor's huddled round began to poke and prod between her legs. The woman's swollen belly stretched her skin so tightly that appeared to the young man as if it was about to burst from behind him. Another native rushed in with two large metal buckets filled with boiling water. He held him out to his size at arm's length to avoid being score should any of the liquid splashes he transported it. He placed the two buckets down on the ground. One of the nurses shouted something to him and nodding. He turned and tried to usher the white man outside, but the man was having none of it. The native tried once more before giving up and rushing back. Outside into the night, the nurse who had finished buying the woman to the bench started to soaked towels and thorne sheets and the bald water, carefully laying them out on a nearby table, close enough for the doctors to grab should they need to