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  • Date: Tuesday, February 06, 2007 Time: 11:00 am Category: Stories Discussion: 2 Comments

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I was conscious as the doctors were working on me. I felt nothing. It was good thing. I didn’t handle pain too well. It made me hysterical, could get me thrown in an asylum or killed. I saw the ceiling of the hospital, the bright lights in my face and eyes and I felt fear. The wounds they said were fatal for most humans but I was still alive. They told me nothing was gauranteed. I waited. The hours seemed to turn into days as the days turned in years. I couldn’t move nor feel anything now. I was still conscious but I hate not knowing. I couldn’t talk. What was I to do now? Talk to myself? Try to solve the the problems of the world in my head? I could nothing but lay here, think, talk to myself and hope for sleep. I tried closing my eyes but I couldn’t sleep and my eyes wouldn’t stay closed. I looked straight ahead. I had no other option.

I tried closing my eyes again. This time they stayed closed but I didn’t sleep. I remained conscious but my eyes were able to stay closed. I then felt my body jerk, my head seemed to be pushed from side to side and I opened my eyes. The doctors seemed to be frantic, running all over the room and one was just near me checking but looked as if they were about to calapse. I tried to say something but I couldn’t open my mouth. I couldn’t explain what happened next nor how I got where I was.

I saw myself, the doctors and the entire room. They were still running around frantically and the one was still there doing something. I felt very cold. Cold. I was not shivering, there was no pain but I felt cold. I don’t know why. The room they had me was hot. I was sweating but now I was cold above myself or was it just my body now? I wish I knew. I couldn’t really move and yet I was not floating. I couldn’t explain it. There was no sound. I could see but I heard nothing. What had happened?

The doctors stopped moving, the one had put their head in their arms and they were covering up my body, including my head. I remained where I was. I was not ready for this. No warning. What had I accomplished? What about my wife and kids? Our relatives? The children I was working to save? I could only wait now.

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