Chapter 6

The hospital can be scary too*

6

 

White walls, white lights, white duvet covers, white tiles; my eyes burn as I open them into the world of a single bed in a white room. Single rays of bright light shine through the curtains, my body compressed down by the damp duvet. The room is hot and stuffy, the windows closed. The clicking from machines messes around with my head, not stopping to take a moment off. A needle is stuck in my left arm, a blue substance running through the little transparent pipe.

            “You are a lucky one to be alive aren’t you,” an unfamiliar voice comes around the corner, startling me for a moment. “The doctors said you lost about twenty eight percent of your blood on that floor. You could have died young man,” a sympathetic smile covers her face as she checks some of the machines.

The moment she leaves the room, my hand moves down my leg with haste. I lift the duvet off my body, sending a cold chill down my spine from the wind it produces. I look with shock at my leg, feeling my heart skip a beat. My left calf is covered with white bandages. The blood seeped through on the left side. I feel the pain intensifying the longer I look at it.

            “F**k,” I touch my leg with care, trying to remember what happened. Vague images fill my mind, leaving more questions unanswered. I sit up straight, with shock in my body. The machine next to my head is making more clicking noises; faster every second.

            “You must calm down now,” the nurse enters the room again, looking at a piece of paper in her hand.

“What happened,” I ask.

“The doctor said you scratched your own leg open,” she looks down on me, her head moving slowly, her eyes following the length of my leg and back into my eyes. “I still don’t see how you could do something like that to yourself, you look like a good boy,” she smiles with the same sympathetic expression on her face from earlier. “You could have died,” the smile turns into a stern look. She hits the pencil on paper, looking intensely at something. “I will check on you later.”

She leaves the room with almost a storm. For the first time I look at my hands. It is covered with dressings, almost the same as the ones on my legs. I rip them off, pain shooting through my hands, but I don’t stop. My nails are torn; some has still blood beneath them. Raw flesh sticks out from under my nails. I start to tear the bandages from leg, revealing the stiches in my calf; torn flesh and scratches all over my leg. I look at my fingertips; did I do this to myself?

I look around the room, and get out from the bed. I stand on my right leg first, and then put down my left leg. Pain fires up from the ground into my leg. I fall to my knees on the cold floor gasping for air. I pull the needle out of my arm, and stand up, ignoring the pain. I only have the hospital robe on, the cold air brushing my naked body. A chill run down my back from the floor, my bare feet touching the tiles. The door is out of my reach, the bed is too far behind; I fall to the floor again as my leg give in under the pain. The hall is empty; I stare from the floor of my room to look for help.

“Is anyone there, I need help please,” I ask in a calm voice. No one comes.

I pull myself across the room, almost out of the door. The pain in my leg is only getting worse, blood start to come from the wound. A single line is left behind from where I fell, swept across the room to where I am now. I try to stay calm, but my heart is racing on the inside of my body.

I reach the door; my arms move up the frame, pulling my limp body up from the ground. I stand on both my legs, but my leg gives way under the immense pain. My left elbow hit the floor with a hard knock, sending shock waves of pain into my body. Mist forms a top layer over my eyes, a tear drop rolls down my face.

I lay on the ground for a couple of seconds, feeling the energy coming back into my body. I muster up enough will power and pull myself up again standing on my leg through the pain.

“Where do you think you are going?”

The voice pierces my skull. I feel the energy leaving my body as her footsteps come closer. “Where is Jessica? Is she save? I want to see her now,” I say to her when her body appears in front of me.

“She’s fine, go back to bed please,” there’s no smile on her face. Her eyes are drawn together, lines form around her nose as she speaks with a loud tone.

 

The watery blue medication moves slowly through the pipe into my arm. “It will help with the pain,” her voice fades, turning into unrealistic voices. I feel a smile lurking on my face as I look at her with a dumbfound expression. The room turns into moving objects, flying from the one corner of my eye to the other corner. I think funny noises escaped my mouth for a second when it was open. I see her face as my eyes close, a sinister smile moving onto her mouth, her eyes jumping up and down with an evil joy.

 

“Don’t wake him up! Are you crazy?”

“Great, you waked him up you dick s**t,” a third voice came from behind me. Sharp lights above my head blind me, increasing the pain in my already-raging head.

“See, you can’t even talk correct, how can you do this stinking job correct you dumb piece of chicken s**t,” a piece of spit hit me in my face. My eyes open completely, and the first person who pushes me sees it.

            “Hey, look the package is awake!”

“I sees! It’s not my fault though,” an innocent voice speaks from the front. His hair is long, covering his back. His clothes have been ripped apart, showing the rugged skin. In his neck is also a tattoo, faded away from all the sun probably. The lights above my head moves faster and faster, the talking also ceases to whispers which I cannot make out. The room is dark, with no windows but a lot of doors. The ceiling is black with dirt; the ever increasing sound of dripping water grew louder.

I feel the cart stopping. I look around and see the door in front of me. Room 129. The door opens up with loud noises. The inside is dark with no light. I feel the cold and hard hands around my wrists and ankles. I try to kick myself loose, but I have no energy in my body. My body is numb and my voice is gone. I manage to produce muffled sounds, but it was of no help.

Cold chains press against my skin, holding me against the wall. My eyes are weary, still heavy with sleep. Everything happens in slow-motion, and my mind hasn’t comprehended what is happening.

Author's Note

I know... tenses =/.... damn

Reviews

[Raya Avans]

Okay, well I like where you are going with the story so far. I like how even though we seem to know more than the character we are still kind of in the dark about whats happening to him? Creates a feeling of suspense, makes me want to read on so I can get to the big moment when it all comes together. Forgive me if i'm completely wrong on what your trying to do with the story.. I will go back and correct errors later, its to early here to do now :) your getting better though..

~ rae

[Jeremy Haynes]

Good, jumps around a little from last chapter.

[Shep]

Not to bad honestly. Still don't have a grip on the alt reality yet which is needed more of a background would help a lot.

[joshua deathdealer]

Hospitals are very scary...nice work, great imagery.