I wake up in my old room. Blue walls, wide window. The door is open and Sarah is stood in the just in front of it. I shiver. She swiftly turns and steps out of the room. Even if I could walk, run, she’s made it too easy. She returns with a blanket and throws it over me, adjusts the corners and then sits on the edge of the bed.
"Better?" she simpered , putting a hand out to pet my head.
I pulled away from her neatly manicured fingernails . "I need a cast on this leg, not a softer blanket."
"Hmmm. My mother always told me bed rest was the best cure. I think you should have another sleep." She reaches up to adjust the blankets around my arms, but I smack her hands away.
"I don 't need more sleep. I need medical attention." I pull myself
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As I shift myself up to stand, my knees give way slightly, they feel unsteady even as I make my way to the door. The handle is old brass, cold and stiff, but the door gives way quickly. The hallway is stark white and the lights are dazzling. As I fumble along, feeling my way by touch along the smooth plain walls I begin to feel dizzy. The floor lurches towards me and my knees fail , my hands catching the brunt of the fall. I lie for a moment, resting my forehead against the cool floor.
“You must have gotten some strength back dear. Not enough though. ” Her voice is light and playful and just to my side. I groan into the floor.
“Let’s get you back to bed.” She hooks her arms under my shoulders and lifts me to lean against the wall. I start to slump down again and she swoops and hooks my legs up from underneath me with her right arm, her left catching my back. It’s an effortless motion for her to carry me back into the room and slides me back into the bed. As she’s tucking me back in she murmurs.
“We all have to be patient, darling.”
She leaves the room as swiftly as before, but this time when the door is closed I can hear the slight sound of metal grinding on metal, and I know that it’ll never be so easy
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"Open wide pumpkin."
I obey and the medicine thickly coats my mouth. I cough and choke, flinging my arms out. Catastrophic.
One of my flailing limbs catches the bottle and it falls from the desk and smashes.
I am crying before I feel the sting of her hand .
"I 'm s-sorry!" I say, huddling back down into the bed covers, pulling them up to my chin.
She leaves without a word , leaves me to crying and pressing my cheek against the cool side of my pillow.
**** I’d been alone in room for only a short time, staring up at the dark ceiling, when the creak of a door brings my senses to focus. She glides through the dim room and sits on the chair which is now permanently by my side. She switches the light on and I see that she’s carrying a rather battered cardboard box and a tray, with a mug on it.
“I’ve brought you some things. They’ll help you sleep better.” She sets the box down at the bottom of the bed, just a little past my feet and then untucks my arms from the blanket. The tray is placed on the bedside table.
She hands me a mug from the tray first. I take a sip and the nearly forgotten taste of tea dances on my tongue. I smile warmly into the mug and take another
"Ow...," I moan getting off the ground pressing my hands against my head "That's going to hurt later."
returns to her bed and caresses her) Let me be taken, let me be put to
I trudged up and down the stairs, hauling the majority of my belongings behind me. As I rounded the corner, I saw her, my future roommate. Overwhelmed by panic, it took all my willpower not to turn around in that instant. Mustering
“Oh! I’m sorry shall I just go and slave away in the kitchen to make you a lovely cooked breakfast while you go back to your dreams?” I tease.
“Agh but mom.” Alex grumbled, turned over in bed and slammed the pillow over his head.
“Aiden, stand still.” Mason grabbed the end of the gauze between my shoulder blades and spinning me around like a top. “Better?”
Billy nodded his head weakly and lay in the bed. The mattress squeaked under pressure of his body.
“It’s horrible,” she panted. She landed on his nose and bent her obese body over so she had her hands on her knees.
With what little strength I current have, I flip onto my stomach and a whimper escapes my lips. It takes so much just to keep my head up. My arms try to sit me up, but they give out and I collapse, cheek pressed against the warm metal floor.
back.” she opens up the lid of the dumpster, jumps in and tells me to be quiet, seeing how panicked i
Sun relaxes and lies back down, her erratic heart rate eventually slowing. She turns her head and nearly falls off the bed when something startles her.
“My head and stomach hurt. I think I need to lay down for a little bit.”I explained to her.
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.
Four of them walk in dressed in their crisp, white gowns and matching caps. An older male opens a drawer and pulls on a pair of latex gloves. The three observers stand back and the gloved man looms over me, face shadowed in the bright light shining down on my naked body. He gestures to a younger man from the observation group. The youthful man approaches me, already putting on gloves, ready to face the challenge. From the steel tray beside me, he picks up a scalpel, hands shaking with anxiety. Inside my head, I’m screaming. I want away from this man. No sound escapes me, however, because I cannot speak. He glimpses my body for a moment and then decides to place the scalpel back on the tray. If it was ever possible to pick up something softly, this man quietly and carefully picks up a syringe and takes a step back towards me, his footsteps clicking on the tile floor, reverberating off the drab, white walls enclosing five very important people in a room vaporous with the grisly smells of dead flesh. He looks deep into my glassy eyes as he sinks the needle deep into my eye tissue, drawing vitreous fluid as he slowly lifts the plug back on the syringe. The man withdraws the needle and places it in an icebox next to the tray of surgical instruments, practically dropping the needle. He wants this particular procedure over with.
"They found you unconscious with the necklace thingy, and they placed it on me. I feel much better now."