Welcome To My World, Stranger
Where Am I?
I wake to the sound of shuffling objects and a bright light on my face.
I open my eyes slowly, but can’t see anything clearly.
“He’s waking up!”
Huh?
That doesn’t sound like Zaccheus.
“Hello; kid?”
Someone peers into my face and touches my arm.
My eyesight becomes less blurred and I can define the person’s face.
Ew.
It’s not Zacc;
It’s a man with big nose hairs and grey stubble on his chin and upper lip.
Oh God, what the hell does he want?
My eyes snap open and I try frantically to look around.
Where am I?
Where is Zaccheus?
“Hello? Nurse, I don’t think he can hear anything.”
Hang on;
Nurse?
Hospital?
I don’t need to be in a hospital!
The man moves away and a bright light blinds me for a few seconds.
I throw my hands up in front of my face and groan.
“Hello? If you can hear me, then please say something.”
A female voice says in a gentle, pleasing tone.
“Who the hell are you?” I moan.
I blink several times and turn my head to the left, then to the right.
I’m in a bed; connected to a drip; surrounded by a white curtain; with some nurse lady and an old scruffy guy.
“Where’s Zaccheus?” I murmur.
“Zaccheus?” The nurse asks, looking at me.
“Yes; Zaccheus.”
“That other boy that you were with?”
Ugh.
Well duh.
I nod and bite my lip.
I can feel another headache coming.
The nurse and the old man exchange uneasy glances.
“Don’t worry about him; he’s – he’s fine…”
The nurse fiddles with her clipboard.
“Um, what is really important now, is that you eat and rest. You’ve been very sick.”
Very sick?
I’ve only been… sick;
Like only spewing and having headaches.
That’s not very sick.
“But I’m not very sick; I’m just a little bit sick.”
The nurse shakes her head; “You have arsenic poisoning. You could’ve been killed in a week or so if Ben hadn’t of found you.”
She indicated the old man.
Woo hoo.
It’s the new Jesus;
Called Ben.
“Come off it;” I utter, feeling my headache grow,
“I haven’t been… whatever-you-said poisoned.”
The brunette nurse shrugs, pushes the white curtain aside and walks through;
Ben looks at me, then follows her.
Whatever.
Poisoned; Ha.
Who would want to poison me?
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I open my eyes slowly, but can’t see anything clearly.
“He’s waking up!”
Huh?
That doesn’t sound like Zaccheus.
“Hello; kid?”
Someone peers into my face and touches my arm.
My eyesight becomes less blurred and I can define the person’s face.
Ew.
It’s not Zacc;
It’s a man with big nose hairs and grey stubble on his chin and upper lip.
Oh God, what the hell does he want?
My eyes snap open and I try frantically to look around.
Where am I?
Where is Zaccheus?
“Hello? Nurse, I don’t think he can hear anything.”
Hang on;
Nurse?
Hospital?
I don’t need to be in a hospital!
The man moves away and a bright light blinds me for a few seconds.
I throw my hands up in front of my face and groan.
“Hello? If you can hear me, then please say something.”
A female voice says in a gentle, pleasing tone.
“Who the hell are you?” I moan.
I blink several times and turn my head to the left, then to the right.
I’m in a bed; connected to a drip; surrounded by a white curtain; with some nurse lady and an old scruffy guy.
“Where’s Zaccheus?” I murmur.
“Zaccheus?” The nurse asks, looking at me.
“Yes; Zaccheus.”
“That other boy that you were with?”
Ugh.
Well duh.
I nod and bite my lip.
I can feel another headache coming.
The nurse and the old man exchange uneasy glances.
“Don’t worry about him; he’s – he’s fine…”
The nurse fiddles with her clipboard.
“Um, what is really important now, is that you eat and rest. You’ve been very sick.”
Very sick?
I’ve only been… sick;
Like only spewing and having headaches.
That’s not very sick.
“But I’m not very sick; I’m just a little bit sick.”
The nurse shakes her head; “You have arsenic poisoning. You could’ve been killed in a week or so if Ben hadn’t of found you.”
She indicated the old man.
Woo hoo.
It’s the new Jesus;
Called Ben.
“Come off it;” I utter, feeling my headache grow,
“I haven’t been… whatever-you-said poisoned.”
The brunette nurse shrugs, pushes the white curtain aside and walks through;
Ben looks at me, then follows her.
Whatever.
Poisoned; Ha.
Who would want to poison me?
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