Categories > Original > Drama > What's Another Night All Alone, When You're Spending Every Day On Your Own...0 Reviews
Dylan just sits there all day now, people try to talk to him but he just doesn't listen.
I didn't sleep much the rest of the night, most of the time I just lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling and listening to the constant beep of the heart monitor. The constant fucking noise, it never ended. At about 4am I decided I needed the toilet, I tried sitting up but my head caned, it felt like a thousand sledgehammers smashing my skull from the inside out. I fell back on my hard hospital pillow, and tried to sit up again. I got the same, excruciating pain, but tried my best to ignore it this time. I needed a piss. As I tried to get out of bed I felt something holding me back, I looked down to see I had a cannular stuck into my arm, and another one around my face, I weighed out the cost of needing the toilet with the risk of dying, and realised that if I hadn't wanted to die I wouldn't be in here in the first place. I ripped the tubes out of me and immediately felt more free. I took a few steps and felt kinda dizzy, must have just been the no walking for however long I was out of it. I took a few more steps and felt even more dizzy, I just blamed that on the drugs the hospital had filled me up with, combined with the lack of movement...I shut my eyes for a second, and reopened them. It couldn't be too hard to find a bathroom? I got to the door and opened it, and looked down the hall. All was dark but I could see a few lights illuminating the way. I followed them. The hallway started spinning as I got further and further down it, I leaned against the wall for support, I could feel sweat forming on my temples, feel my black hair stick to my face...Why was this is difficult? I breathed more, deep breaths, and turned a corner. Hallelujah! A fecking bathroom! I thought. I pushed the door open and almost stumbled inside. Reaching for the sink I leaned over and threw up. I'm disgusting. I thought to myself, I looked up, and saw my reflection in the mirror, greasy black hair stuck to my face, bloodshot eyes, sweating, and wearing a disgusting blue hospital nighty. Beautiful.
I turned around to face a urinal, did my business and washed my hands. The water felt so cool, I splashed some on my face too, it felt good. I took a heavy breath and leaned against the sink again, my legs felt really weak and my head was spinning, but I was determined to get back to my room. I turned and headed for the door, but tripped ever so slightly, I sent myself tumbling for the wooden door headfirst.
I felt the impact as I hit my head, felt the sledgehammers return ten times worse now, I felt myself slide onto the floor and put my hand to my head, feel something sticky. I crumpled behind the door, semi-conscious and finding it hard to breathe. I'm gonna die here... I thought, as the darkness slowly engulfed me once more.
What felt like seconds later I felt something hard hit my back. I turned my head ever so slightly and moaned. Heard someone mutter behind the door, and push harder, shoving me out the way. I clawed at the floor, trying feebly to get up, with no success. The person must have seen me, because two seconds later I heard a voice saying "Oh shit mate, you alright?!" I groaned, it was all I could do. "One sec man, I'll go get help!" About a minute and a half later I heard two people bundle through the door, I felt myself lifted onto a hard surface with a pillow shoved under my head, "He's got a cut on his forehead, we'll need to clean that up and get him some steri-strips" Said one voice, Which room is he in?" Said the other. The first voice replied with "We can find that out later, let's sort him out first." I felt myself lifted out the room and taken somewhere unknown. Why was everyone so willing for me to live, couldn't I make that decision myself?