Post by Kristopher Roberts on Apr 30, 2011 21:23:17 GMT -5
Such an odd feeling it was, to be alive when you knew deep down you shouldn't be. That it shouldn't be physically possible to be alive, breathing in the sweet oxygen that wasn't yours to be taking into. How your lungs shouldn't be raising and falling at such an easy pace. The heart in his chest should be still, he should be still and six feet under. Right now, at this very moment, he shouldn't be opening his green eye and staring up into the sterile ceiling of a ran down hospital that he helped keep alive.
He could hear the soft beep of the machines he had attached to his chest, monitoring his heart. It was old equipment, but it did the trick. He felt funny, his head was clouded, his body full of feeling and yet numb at the same time. Slowly, the blond turned his head slowly to view the machine, watching it lazily with a half opened green eye. He would no longer have a second eye, it was forever gone and it would never return. He had been given a gift of a new eye from a woman and that alone had almost killed him. No, it had killed him. The eye had lead to his death, hadn't? Yet he was alive...
His green eye watched the bleep run across a small and crack screen. He felt his heart beating, his chest moving. Everything was so surreal right now...everything. He waited for the whispers to enter his head, but nothing came, everything was empty just like him. What had happened to him? Why was part of his face bandaged thickly? Why couldn't he move his hand? Let alone his wrist? What had he done...why wasn't he hurting right now?
He should be hurting, should he? Slowly, he closed his green eye and listened to the things around him. He could hear everyone move about in their task. No one stopped at his room, they merely slowed down as if they peered into it and then kept going. He felt so tired, so different. He wasn't certain if it was good or bad.
He couldn't remember what had happened to him either to the reason he was in this room. He just knew, he shouldn't be here...as if he tricked nature, tricked death for that matter. What lead him here? Why was he feeling so lonely and in peace? It didn't make any sense to him.
"...what happened to me...?" he asked out loud with his normal soft voice, full of confusion and uncertainty. He didn't expect anyone to answer him either.
He could hear the soft beep of the machines he had attached to his chest, monitoring his heart. It was old equipment, but it did the trick. He felt funny, his head was clouded, his body full of feeling and yet numb at the same time. Slowly, the blond turned his head slowly to view the machine, watching it lazily with a half opened green eye. He would no longer have a second eye, it was forever gone and it would never return. He had been given a gift of a new eye from a woman and that alone had almost killed him. No, it had killed him. The eye had lead to his death, hadn't? Yet he was alive...
His green eye watched the bleep run across a small and crack screen. He felt his heart beating, his chest moving. Everything was so surreal right now...everything. He waited for the whispers to enter his head, but nothing came, everything was empty just like him. What had happened to him? Why was part of his face bandaged thickly? Why couldn't he move his hand? Let alone his wrist? What had he done...why wasn't he hurting right now?
He should be hurting, should he? Slowly, he closed his green eye and listened to the things around him. He could hear everyone move about in their task. No one stopped at his room, they merely slowed down as if they peered into it and then kept going. He felt so tired, so different. He wasn't certain if it was good or bad.
He couldn't remember what had happened to him either to the reason he was in this room. He just knew, he shouldn't be here...as if he tricked nature, tricked death for that matter. What lead him here? Why was he feeling so lonely and in peace? It didn't make any sense to him.
"...what happened to me...?" he asked out loud with his normal soft voice, full of confusion and uncertainty. He didn't expect anyone to answer him either.
