Hello, gentle listener, and welcome to Nocturnal Transmissions, the fortnightly podcast that brings you dark tales both old and new, performed by voice artist Kristen Holland.

We hope you enjoyed our first episode of 2018, featuring the cask of a Montalado by Edgar Allan Poe.

We do love the classics here at Nocturnal Transmissions.

But, as is evidenced by our choice of tale, this time around, we're certainly not a verse to

fresh meat, courtesy of our contemporary wordsmiths.

Embrace the new, we say.

In the words of Greek philosopher Heraclitus, there is nothing permanent except change.

However, one cannot help but wonder, what if one wish to defy that maxim? How would one go about it? Who could one

approach? And what would be the cost? For the answer to these questions, we need only

pay a visit to the town of Tanna Falls. Nocturnal transmissions

is proud to present this stagnant breath of change by Brian Hodge.

Beasley had died three times within the last month alone.

Each time they'd brought him back, and each time it got harder.

The first was a simple heart attack, which they'd fought off by jump-starting him with the defibrillator. Later, balloon angioplasty. That opened the door to human error.

Beasley's vitals were normal, until without warning, he flatlined.

They'd trace that to a bag of potassium solution with too high a concentration

and got his pulse going again by shooting him up with insulin and glucose,

along with intravenous calcium and inhalations of albuterol.

This last scare was the worst.

A line infection that would have started small as they always did,

then swamped him with tidal waves of bacteria before anyone realized what was happening.

That was the insidious thing about line infections. Once one line was compromised, it was all but guaranteed to spread to the rest,

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