The chair

"Shit. Shit fuck shit shit shit shit."

"Calm down. Everything's gonna be alright."

"What the fuck man? We killed him! Shit shit shit. Fuck!"

"I know. I know. Shut up just one minute, okay?"

He was pacing up and down, finally he took the corpse and threw it on the bed. The corpse of the same chair which just minutes ago he had been sitting on.

"I got an idea" I told him.

"It better be good."

"Maybe he isn't dead yet. Did you check for a pulse?"

"No." He checked the chairs pulse. "Fuck! Yes! He has got a pulse. It's faint."

"Okay, so here's what we will do. We put him into your car, drive to the hospital and just drop him off there. They will find him and they will save him"

"He will tell them we did this to him."

"No he won't. I'm sure he won't."

I looked into his frightened face.