Status: On hiatus indefinitely, pending re-write.
Bleeding, Just For The Attention
Celebrate The Irony
I felt a pair of clammy hands holding mine.
A hot, dizzy pain in my head.
A sharp shooting pain in my heart.
And nothing in my hands.
Red and blue coloured my eyelids.
Murmured voices and a high pitched beeping filled my ears.
“She’s fading, we must have over-medicated.”
“No, even with the blood loss, the dosage was only minor.”
“Why is the heart rate slowing then?”
“What’s happening?” an urgent voice.
“Her heart rate’s dropping. It happens when there’s an overload of pain medication in the body, the stops the nervous system, and slows the heart beat.”
Calm and informative.
“What?” an outburst of sound. It echoed throughout the small space.
“If her heart rate doesn’t increase soon... with the blood loss, things don’t look too good.”
“You over-dosed her?”
Too loud again.
“No, we only gave her minor medication to keep the pain from taking over.”
Angry now.
“Well then who did?”
The question hung in the air.
I pulled my eyelids apart, hoping to somehow see the letters floating above me, hanging in suspense.
I felt the hands tighten.
It was dark, with strained faces lit by glowing machines and flashing lights.
Who did?
The words were hanging there, mocking them.
I laughed slightly, delirious.
Me.
Always me.
A hot, dizzy pain in my head.
A sharp shooting pain in my heart.
And nothing in my hands.
Red and blue coloured my eyelids.
Murmured voices and a high pitched beeping filled my ears.
“She’s fading, we must have over-medicated.”
“No, even with the blood loss, the dosage was only minor.”
“Why is the heart rate slowing then?”
“What’s happening?” an urgent voice.
“Her heart rate’s dropping. It happens when there’s an overload of pain medication in the body, the stops the nervous system, and slows the heart beat.”
Calm and informative.
“What?” an outburst of sound. It echoed throughout the small space.
“If her heart rate doesn’t increase soon... with the blood loss, things don’t look too good.”
“You over-dosed her?”
Too loud again.
“No, we only gave her minor medication to keep the pain from taking over.”
Angry now.
“Well then who did?”
The question hung in the air.
I pulled my eyelids apart, hoping to somehow see the letters floating above me, hanging in suspense.
I felt the hands tighten.
It was dark, with strained faces lit by glowing machines and flashing lights.
Who did?
The words were hanging there, mocking them.
I laughed slightly, delirious.
Me.
Always me.