Jamie Gets Some Answers
Jamie gets sick and tired of the lack of answers. So, he storms into Henrik's room, begging for answers on what happened to his voice back in 1916.
Part 3 of Sergeant (Sgt.) Jackson. Link for Part 2 Link for Part 1
What is up with me and angst today? Geez...
Jamie kept falling in and out of sleep. Everytime he so much as closes his eyes, the phantom pain of the surgery and the doctors standing above him kept coming back. It terrified him.
The pain was unimaginable. It was so painful! It felt like several sharp knives cutting into his throat and trying to cut out everything in his throat.
He could hardly breathe when it happened. And he wasn’t allowed to move save for the bit of wiggling he did during the procedure.
Procedure? More like mutilation.
His eyes slowly started to close again. Close...and close...and close…
[“Now watch as I effortlessly remove the damaged part of the larynx, and the vocal cords.” The doctor shoved the knife into his larynx and cut it open. “But I have to make it quick!”
The doctor shoved the scalpel into the super damaged vocal cords and cut them right out of him. It HURT SO MUCH!
And the worst part is when the doctor held the vocal cords up in front of him like it was just a little coin purse! “Want these in a jar?” The doctor asked.
Jamie felt several more tears fall down his face.]
Jamie gasped and opened his eyes again. Not his voice! Not his vocal cords! Jamie got out of his bed and ran to his shelf. He threw items onto the ground in an attempt to find something.
Then...his eyes fell on the glass item:
Jamie pulled it out and felt the strong need to scream. His vocal cords and part of his larynx were in there. The part of the body that was stolen from him.
Stolen in cold blood.
Jamie felt his scar as he looked at the jar with pure horror in his eyes. Then, he stomped up to Henrik’s room.
He knocked on the door, and opened the door without a second thought. Jamie slammed the jar onto the doctor’s table, causing Henrik to jolt awake.
“De fuck- Jamie!” Henrik sat up and yelped as the light in his room was turned on, blinding him. “OW!” Henrik looked at him in anger. “Vhat zhe hell?!”
Jamie grabbed a sticky note, wrote something on it with angry letters and stuck it onto the jar. Then, he stomped up to Henrik and shoved the jar into his hands. “Jamie- Oh Scheisse, you’re pissed.” Henrik reacted.
Jamie pointed to the sticky note, in an effort to exaggerate how important it was that he read that sticky note.
“I- Okay, okay!” Henrik pushed Jamie aside and read the note as soon as his eyes got used to the light.
(What did the doctors do to me?) the note read.
Henrik hummed in confusion and turned to look at what was in the-
WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!
Henrik dropped the jar and shrieked. “EW! EW EW EW VHAT IS ZHAT?! BLADDER STONES?!” Henrik shouted.
Jamie grabbed Henrik’s hand somewhat roughly and placed his fingers on his throat.
“I don’t- I know your voice is broken, but you don’t need to-” Henrik jumped as the turned jar was placed in his other hand.
Henrik looked closer at the jar, and over at the other hand that was touching Jamie’s voice.
“Vait…” Henrik felt the throat a little more and looked closer at the jar.
Holy shit! Was that his vocal cords?! And his…
“Vhy do you have zhis?” Henrik asked.
Jamie ignored the question and turned the jar to the note.
(What did the doctors do to me?)
Henrik sighed and rubbed his eyes. “I don’t know, Jamie.” Henrik replied.
Jamie’s facial expression softened a little, into a begging-type gaze.
“Fine...Come on.” Henrik told him.
Jamie nodded and walked up to the doctor’s office with Henrik.
“3 in zhe morning checkup.” Henrik muttered. “Vhat a vay to live.”
Jamie sighed and sat down on the chair in the room.
Henrik placed the jar onto the table in the doctor’s office and grabbed an ultrasound kit. “Ve’ll need to do an ultrasound on your zhroat. Can you handle zhat?” Henrik asked.
Jamie raised an eyebrow with a ‘bitch seriously’ kinda look on his face.
Henrik laughed. “Ohokay!” Henrik put some gel onto the transducer and placed the transducer onto Jamie’s neck.
“Alright.” Henrik wiggled it around a bit and dug in a little so he could get a better picture. The pain of the transducer on his breathing spot was fine. It was nothing compared to the pain that caused the big scar on his throat.
“Hmm…” Henrik looked closer at the ultrasound and noted that he could only see the fake cords. The vocal cords were completely missing in the throat!
Henrik grabbed the jar from the table, and looked closer at the jar. There it was: The vocal cords.
“Your vocal cords...and a part of your larynx is missing.” Henrik told him. “Whoever cut into your vocal cords, also damaged zhe fake cords and zhe surrounding larynx a leetle beet. How are you breathing?” Henrik asked.
Jamie shrugged his shoulders.
“Do you struggle vizh holding your breath?” Henrik asked.
Jamie nodded. ‘I did in the past.’
Henrik nodded and removed the transducer. “Interesting.” Henrik looked at the jar again and noticed something else about it: There were hard parts placed in there too! Was that-
Henrik looked to Jamie. “Hold your breath.” Henrik ordered. When Jamie held his breath, Henrik pressed his hands onto his throat and felt for the cartilage. The cartilage at the top was there, but the bottom cartilage…
“Did you hear sawing during zhe procedure?” Henrik asked.
Jamie nodded.
“I suspect zhat zhe larynx cartilage is missing.” Henrik told him.
Henrik did one more thing for Jamie: He wrote down everything that he saw in the ultrasound and showed him pictures with labels.
“Zhis much of your larynx cartilage vas missing.” Henrik told him, pointing to the bottom half of the cartilage on the textbook.
“And your vocal cords are gone.” Henrik told him.
Jamie nodded. ‘I know about the vocal cords.’
Henrik tilted his head.
Jamie grabbed a paper and a pencil, and began to draw it out. It looked a little childish, but it certainly worked to explain things. Henrik widened his eyes as he watched him draw it out.
Lastly, Jamie added some labels to explain things. He added a label to the item in the doctor’s hand, and he added a label to himself.
Henrik began to slowly understand. “He showed you your vocal cords?”Henrik reacted.
Jamie looked at Henrik and reenacted the doctor dangling the vocal cords in Henrik’s face with a weird, terrifying little face.
Henrik dropped his jaw in horror and stood up. “Your doctor vas a psychopath!” Henrik reacted.
Jamie looked down and nodded his head. ‘I know’.
Henrik walked to Jamie and gave him a big hug. “I zhink I know vhy you vere angry…” Henrik told him. “It vas because I’m a doctor.” Henrik assumed. “Vas zhat it?”
Jamie teared up and nodded.
Henrik hugged him harder and more securely. “I’m so sorry.” Henrik replied.
Jamie shook with dry, silent laughter as he let go of Henrik. ‘Not your fault.’
Henrik teared up too. “I know, but…” Henrik looked around. “Doctors are supposed to help people! Not hurt zhem and cause zhem damage.” Henrik told him.
Jamie looked at him with sympathy. ‘It was 1916. Doctors didn’t know what they were doing.’ Jamie explained.
Henrik nodded and fixed his hair. “It’s still unfair on you.” Henrik told him.
‘They saved my life.’ He admitted.
Henrik tilted his head. “Did zhey remove zhe bullet?” Henrik asked.
Jamie nodded.
“You know vhat? I vill do more research into your case.” Henrik decided.
Jamie nodded with a smile. ‘Okay.’
Henrik smiled. “Plus, you’re alive! And still living life vizh zhe most optimism I’ve ever seen!” Henrik reacted.
Jamie smiled and teared up a little. ‘Thanks for believing in me.’ Jamie told him.
“No problem, my freund.” Henrik said, speaking in partly german.
Jamie giggled silently and hugged him.
“How about some tickles? Vould ya vant zhat?” Henrik asked.
Jamie smiled excitedly and nodded. ‘I’d love that.’
Henrik smiled brightly and got started with his sides. Jamie immediately started smiling and wiggling around. “Tickle tickle tickle!” Henrik teased.
Jamie crawled into a ball like a little hedgehog and was shaking from the giggles that were leaving his lungs.
“Awwww! Cute viddle Jamie all snuggled in a tiny ball!” Henrik teased.
If Jamie could whine, he certainly would!
Next, Henrik grabbed Jamie’s feet and started tickling his toes.
Jamie’s arms flew around like crazy, while Jamie’s back arched just like an old fashioned bridge. ‘STOP stop stop stop!’
Henrik laughed at him. “Now vhy vould I stop?” Henrik asked, teasing him.
Jamie was kicking his feet and struggling to get out of his grip.
“Poor Jamie...If you hadn’t voken me up at 3am, zhis vouldn’t have happened!” Henrik teased further.
Jamie laughed and rocked left and right. ‘It tickles!’
“I had no clue!” Henrik teased.
Jamie threw himself onto Henrik and tickled the heck out of his hips.
“SCHEHEHEISSE! HAHAHAHAhahahahaha! NEHEHEHEHEIN!” Henrik begged.
Jamie smiled evilly and lifted Henrik’s arms up above his head. Then, Jamie tickle tickle tickled his armpits.
“EEEHehehehehehe! Nehehehein! Es tut mir Leid! ES TUHUHUT MIR LEIHIHIHID!”
Jamie giggled with a hand on his mouth as he listened to Henrik refer back to his original language. This was gonna be SO fun!
