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I wake up with a start. This is weird, no annoying alarm clock? "What is it mom?" I moan as I roll to go back to sleep.
But something is wrong. This is not my blanket. With a jolt of surprise, I open my eyes and take in my surroundings. The walls are bleached white instead of gray and covered with medical charts rather than my band posters. My fuzzy bedroom carpet has been replaced with a checkered tile floor. Why am I in the hospital? I think as my head throbs. I hope I'm not in trouble, but a feeling in my gut tells me otherwise.
I groan as I sit up, not wanting to move but too curious to stay down. I realize that I'm dressed in a scummy white medical gown and a clean pair of khakis. I check to see if my normal clothes are
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The light switch is flipped on, but the lights must be broken because the only light glimmered in from a nearby window. Speaking of the window, it's cracked. The wooden chairs surrounding my bed are also broken, splinters scattered across the room as if there had been some struggle. The tile is stained with dried …show more content…
Staring straight at me is a man, but he looks sick. Horribly sick. His skin is olive green and rotting off his frame. Flies swarm around his face. Bloodshot deathly red eyes bore into me. Looks like the thing had been messing around with hardcore drugs. His hair is cool, though. It was wild but in a stylish way, a sweet cut really. I’ll have to try it sometime after I heroically escape this awful place. I gag at the smell of rotten flesh. There are various festering gashes on his body. It moans. Well, it's kind of a screaming sound, but it could be classified as a moan. Perhaps the sound is best described as a scream-moan. The creature lurches towards me.
Relying on my animal instincts that had clearly gotten me so far, I pick up a leg of one the smashed chairs and break it across the creature's rib cage. The thing stumbles backward, but it does not seem to feel pain. The man, creature, or whatever it is regains its posture and continues the horrid death march. I realize that without a proper weapon there is no stopping it.
My mind jolts through the remaining options for survival. I have to kill the thing if I want to get out. I guess I could jump out the window. I'm pretty high up, the fall might wound or kill me -- but it's my only choice. I need to distract it and make a dash for the
The director threw me the ball a few times, and I practiced hitting it in order to give me confidence. One time when he threw it, I hit it. There are two cameras next to each other, and the ball went right through the middle. My jaw dropped when I saw that. I couldn't believe it.
on a tuesday after my sister got home from i’m gusing from a friends house, she went straight to the kitchen and got on my phone and called her friend. while she was in the kitchen talking on the phone i think i heard her talking about a party for a friend’s birthday.
I stop to stare at the calm morning sky. Like every other day, I thank God and pray that everyone will be safe on this beautiful Sunday. I pray that my little girl will be
“Ugh.” I muttered, staring at the ceiling of our little cave. There were cars crossing every second, ready to fall through and smoosh us like the penny on the train track, and I traced their imaginary path across the metal and cement with my eyes. “I know I said it first, but I don’t want to talk about the next generation. Our generation is still the next generation, and I really don’t want that to change. I want us to always be the next generation.” I bit my lip and watched the shadow of Carter walking off to piss into the stream. My voice dropped until I was whispering, hiding my words from the echoes of The Cut. "I wish, when somebody wrote the story of my life, it actually had a plot. You know? With an enemy and a beginning, and an end. You know... interesting. But it's just us,
I begin looking through boxes and rusty containers full of things of the past such as photos, charms, necklaces, and old letters addressed to family yellowed was indecipherable. There was a window at
As I walked up the short, stoned stairs attached to the side of the hospital I saw tobacco splits on the walls and I could feel the horrifying smell of the hospital outside. When I entered the door, I saw a man sleeping on the ground with his duffle bag as a pillow. As I walk down the hallway I could see rooms on each side of me. Patients were lying in metal beds with a thin mattress. There was a tiny metal table next to each patient with their medicine and water. There were two to three patients in a single room. As I approached to reception, a long line was formed with sick patients waiting to be treated. I couldn’t see what was happening in front. These people were lacking a basic necessity we all need. I asked myself what I could do to
"Enjoy the pain." I say smiling and getting up, then I yell out "at least while it lasts." I luagh in an evil luagh. The sound of bones breaking fills the air, my necklace shines and the smell fills my lungs.
A bubbly and upbeat nurse was quick to greet me. Nurse Kate is a registered nurse in the state of Ohio with a BSN and currently working on her Masters. She would be the person I would be shadowing that day. She led me in and out of all the emergency rooms for 10 hours. The rooms were a lifeless blue color with typical hospital beds that could be transported anywhere in the hospital. The grayish tile on the floor looked almost new. A curtain acted like a door, but there were walls separating the actual rooms.
- Beast! - cursed man, trying to find in the car at least something than you can hit the approaching maniac. His choice fell on a small penknife, which wallowed around in the glove compartment. Tom squeezed his in anticipation of Tim. Finally key gnashed in the lock, the door opened and Tom rushed for bloodstained man. Serious struggle ensued, a few times he managed to stab a serial killer. However, the forces were not equal: Tim soon put a knife to his throat and whispered
Paramedics squeeze my arms, staining their gloves a deep red. Doctors and nurses scream at each other as they run across the hallways wheeling me into the operating theatre. I look over to my wrists as clear fluids begin their journey into my veins. My heart is in my throat, my pulse is echoing throughout the room, my limbs are quivering, and my lungs are screaming. Nurses force plastic tubes up my nose, as jets of cold air enter my sinuses, giving me relief. Inkblots dance before my eyes like a symphony of lights. A sudden sleepiness overcomes me and slowly my vision dims.
I walked into the room and the powerful odor of disinfectant hit me. The nurse directed me to the exam bed, “He will be right with you”, she spoke softly. I sat on the white paper, which noisily crumpled with every movement I made. I watched my feet dangle back and forth and looked around the room at posters on gastric ulcers and how choledocholithiasis are stones in the gallbladder. I heard clicks of footsteps pacing down the hallway.
My world didn’t end in a bang, or a whisper. But rather, one diagnostic at a time. Ever since I was a just a little dude, my best friends were the doctors and nurses that poked and prodded me daily. My life consisted of hospitals and universities, long drives to fancy medical research places, and those splitting headaches that often woke me up screaming in pain.
What about me? I really thought I was powerful. I went to speak to a congregation recently. All was lovely.
I woke up to the pungent smell of hospital disinfect, invading my nostrils. The room was silent apart from my heavy breathing and the beep beep sound you often hear in hospitals that indicates you're alive. I slowly opened my eyes, squinting in attempt to sharpen the blurred images before me. I glanced around and took in the deserted, blue and white colour schemed hospital bedroom. How long have I been here? I shut my eyes, trying to remember what had exactly happened. Then it all hits me with a bang. The memory of it all starts to occupy my thoughts.