Dr. Morton’s office at John Hopkins University later that day
John taps lightly on the door of Dr. Morton’s office. Immediately, they could hear a loud “Come in!” and proceeded to enter the office.
“Ah, hello, you three! I was wondering when we’d see each other again,” Dr. Morton said warmly. “I’m happy to see that you’ve all recovered from your injuries.”
Oliver coughed slightly, but Deborah cut him off before he could launch into his normal anger. “Hello, Dr. Morton, yes, we are all feeling physically better and more mobile. Oliver got hit the hardest as the accident left him blinded. But he is managing with it,” she said as she pinched his arm a bit. He remained silent, understanding what she was doing.
“Oh, no! I didn’t know that, Oliver. I’m so sorry to hear that!” Dr. Morton looked genuinely shocked and sympathetic about his situation. “I do hope that your college experience isn’t over because of it.”
“I don’t want it to be over, but yes, it’s one of the reasons I didn’t come back to school right away. I have to relearn how to exist before I can begin to tackle my education. Since we’re here, can you tell me if there are any tools you have available at school for me?” His demeanor relaxed a bit and seemed more hopeful as he waited for Dr. Morton to answer.
“Well, yes, there are many ways to help with your disability. If you’ve got some time, stop by the Student Services office for more information. I’m sure they would be happy to help you resume your education.”
“Thank you, Dr. Morton. And by the way, I appreciate you and the staff sending the flowers. They smelled amazing!” Oliver was much more upbeat. The prospect of coming back to school seemed to cheer him up.
John piped up as well, “Yes, the flowers I received were the same. The scents of that bouquet just filled the entire room!”
“Same here! It was a wonderful arrangement! Thank you!” said Deborah. As much as she wanted to keep the mood light, she felt they needed to talk about what they had experienced. Deborah looked at John with a questioning look. He nodded that she should go on.
“Dr. Morton, this isn’t just a social visit. We, well, John and I needed to talk to you about what happened that day of the accident,” looking very solemn as she spoke to him.
“Please go on, Deborah.”
“Well, you may not have known this, but we all flat-lined that day, twice for Oliver. Obviously, we’re still here but John and I had what we think was a near-death experience. His was a horrible, hell-like atmosphere, and mine was the wonderful, heaven-like one.” She stopped to gauge his reaction.
“Fascinating! Tell me more.”
“Well, since it happened right after your lecture on NDEs, we thought maybe that we planted those experiences because of what we heard. Or do you think we had a near-death experience?” Deborah hoped that Dr. Morton would have some answers.
“What you heard at the lecture? But I didn’t have any lectures on NDEs last month,” he uttered, looking incredibly confused.
TO BE CONTINUED ON FRIDAY…
Hello Readers – Normally I would ask that you cast your vote in the comments below for the type of ending you would like to see, but I’ve decided there is only one way to end this story this week. I do hope you like it. 🙂