Chester, Harold - Coper
Chester, Harold - Coper
Chester, Harold - Coper
by Harold Chester
1998 - All Rights Reserved
Rob was driving home from work when his left arm fell off.
He had just pulled out of the company driveway onto the main
road, and as he straightened out the steering wheel he felt a
sharp pain in his shoulder. With a wet sucking noise, his arm
separated from his shoulder and fell down onto the seat between
him and the door.
As he stared down stupidly at the arm on the seat beside him, its
edge as red as raw hamburger, a horn blared beside him. He
steered the car back into his lane.
Everything seemed to be far away, as if he were in a dream, and
he felt numb.
He looked over at his shoulder, but saw nothing but the empty
sleeve of his green short-sleeved shirt. Why wasn't he bleeding,
he wondered. He had to get to a hospital. But he was dizzy and
wasn't sure that he could drive too much longer.
A few minutes later, he made it to his house. Skidding into the
driveway, the rear end of the car slammed into the dark green 100
gallon rolling trash dumpster and knocked it over as the car
shuddered to a stop.
He opened the door and vomited onto the driveway, the vile taste
and smell of the yellowish bile making him even more nauseated.
Grabbing the dead piece of flesh that used to be his left arm, he
staggered to the front door and banged on the bottom of it with
his foot.
The door swung open and his wife stood there, her eyes wide.
"Sally?" he said, then the darkness enveloped him as he sank to
the ground.
* * *
Gradually he became aware of the noises, the brightness and the
faint antiseptic smell. The sheets that covered him were cool,
and smooth against the skin of his right arm and feet. He opened
his eyes and blinked a few times as the white-coated doctor
standing by his bedside came into focus.
"I'm Doctor Cotesia. You're at the Cooperdale Specialty Clinic.
We treat the employees of Truetech Consolidated Chemicals, where
you work," the doctor said.
"What's happened to me?" Rob said, then looked down at the empty
space under the sheet to his left where his arm should be. "What
happened to my arm?"
"There was too much tissue damage, I'm afraid. We couldn't
reattach it." Dr. Cortesia made a note on his clipboard. "We
really don't know what's wrong, yet -- we've never seen anything
like this. It could be some strange new disease, something
genetic, perhaps even some kind of chemical exposure."
place. Rob looked down at his now limbless body and moaned, tears
streaming from his eyes. When his nurse arrived a few minutes
later, she and his wife picked him up and carried him out to the
van.
* * *
Dr. Cortesia was walking beside him as an orderly pushed the
gurney Rob was lying on down the hall. Sally was walking on the
other side, her face strangely void of emotion.
"I have good news for you, Mr. Pearson. You're going to finally
find out what's been happening to you."
They went through a pair of double swinging doors and entered a
ward lined with hospital beds on both sides, at least fifteen
beds along each wall. Nude patients with limbless torsos were
strapped to each bed. His friend, John, was in one of those beds!
They stopped beside the bed John was in. "Hi, John," Sally said,
brightly. "You'll have to tell Melanie I said hello when she
comes by."
"God, Rob, they got you, too," John said, his voice weak. "I'm so
sorry."
Something was strange about John's body, and not just the lack of
limbs. Rob looked more closely, and saw that something, or some
things, about the size of guinea pigs, were moving under John's
skin, like lumps being pushed along under a carpet. Rob tried to
talk, but only squeaks came out.
The orderly pushed the gurney to the first empty bed, and the
doctor and orderly picked Rob up and deposited him, naked, in the
middle of the bed.
"It's time, Rob," Sally said. She quickly and efficiently
stripped off her clothes, then stood in front of him and did a
short bump and grind in a grotesque parody of sexuality.
Crawling onto the bed, Sally straddled him so that her hips were
over his stomach. "Don't bother getting up, Dear," she said, and
laughed. He peered down, chin on chest, and watched in horror as
a tube the size of his fist in diameter extended from her groin.
It stabbed into his belly, and the pain almost made him pass out.
It would have been better if he had fainted, because a moment
later he felt each pulse as a dozen larvae were pumped into his
body.
When she had finished, Sally climbed off and stood between the
doctor and the orderly, an arm around each of them. Antenna
extended from all three of their heads. "That's my Rob; he can
cope with anything -- such a great little coper. You know, Rob,
you're going to be a great father."
----------------------------------------------------------------Harold Chester, his wife, kids and the ubiquitous dog
live in Central Oklahoma. Harold has lived in the
Phillipines, Japan, Korea and various places in the