It’s cold. It’s dark and I’m in pain. It’s the middle of the night and I’m just laying here, thinking to myself.I can’t sleep. Being awake sucks. I really want to fall asleep. Maybe I’ll forget everything that happened. Maybe I’ll even forget everything that’s happening now.
There is no lullaby whisking me off into slumber. Little unpleasant noises are all around. I can hear machines buzzing and beeping. I can hear fluid drip down through the plastic tubing.
I never liked hospitals. They reek of sickness and death. There is nothing happy here. The place is cursed with a morbid glow. The patients here look like defeated souls. The doctors and nurses care about their paychecks, not their patients. Nobody wants to be here, especially me.
I have no dignity here. I have to be fed. The food isn’t even any good. I have to be bathed. I need help just to use the bathroom.
Now I’m just lying here, sleepless, keeping myself company by thinking about everything that happened. I have a hard time believing that this is real. I can’t believe this happened to me.
