Fade to white

Fade to white

A Story by Toumei


My 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 Toumei


Author's Note

Toumei
honestly I don't know the "proper" way to do a dialogue anymore. I hope it's readable...

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I 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..

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