Fade to whiteA Story by ToumeiMy eyes are darting but why can't I see clearly? I tell my chest to rise, Fiery, sharp PAIN- "Hold on!!!" I don't know this voice I lose my breath as my heart sputters Gasping for air once it stops despite the pain. I can hear gurgling sounds, involuntarily coughing Let me see your face... Let me... No, why is everything fading to white.. wait!!! I can feel the lashes of my eyes crinkling against the cool white sheets white sheets smell of old urine blood bile plastics mixed with bleach where am- Sharply I try to move but quickly lay back down the pain in my chest not as sharp as before but still there the IV in my arm taped too tightly and aching slightly My heart monitor is beeping rhythmically, numbers fluctuating Bed, walls, curtain shifting slightly in the stale recirculated air. My other hand also taped up with monitoring wires creeps up the cold non-porous arm of my bed, feeling for a button. Index finger slides into a tiny groove. Desperately I press I open my mouth and inhale dee- s**t I can't nearly coughing but trying to stop that too as it f*****g hurts "You're awake! Oh dear, are you OK?? Calm down, it will be all right..." Shaky breaths as I cautiously breathe, "What happened..." a whisper was all I could manage. The look on her face "You were in bad shape when you got here..." the humanity in her eyes and voice tried to protect me from the scientific facts. I knew there was more she wasn't saying, but I didn't have enough energy to re-ask the question. "Who... saved me..." "He wouldn't give us a name. Just gave us your info so we could process the paperwork, I'm sorry dear..." No point in hiding the fact I was getting increasingly agitated, my heart monitor caused the woman to look increasingly concerned and regretful she had opened her mouth in the first place as it began to beep faster "Should have left me to die..." © 2011 ToumeiAuthor's Note
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Added on November 1, 2011 Last Updated on November 1, 2011 AuthorToumeiAboutI am, the unloved. The forsaken, forgotten. I am, the hopeful. The dreamer, stoic. I have been given no reason to want, to hope to love to forgive to aspire for And yet, I still remai.. more..Writing
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