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Emergency Room (2)


The night was long and rough. My mind was filled with nightmares and terrible images. There were evil men and deformed women. Almost as if I had stepped through a portal to another planet. It smelled like.. amonia?

My eyes fluttered open, my nose being filled with the harsh scent. My eyebrows drew down instinctively, being repulsed. "Ah good." the doctor smiled. "She can move the muscles in her face. That's a good sign." Nurses were filing into the room, I hardly noticed the familiar face standing in the background. My boyfriend. Oh god, what was his name again? It killed me that I didn't know.

After the nurses finished checking my IV's and doing .. well, whatever it was that they were doing, they rushed out of the room just as quickly as they had come. It was just the doctor, my boyfriend, and I. My boyfriend.. Isaac! That's what his name was. Isaac looked at the doctor, worry in his eyes.

"Have you made your decision, Mr. Parsons?" the doctor said softly. My boyfriend looked blank, but he nodded.

"If it will save her, do what you must." The doctor nodded, and then quickly swept out of the room, leaving only my boyfriend and I.

Isaac slowly stepped to my bed, gently resting his body on the mattress to sit next to me. I just watched him, opening my mouth but being unable to speak. I was frustrated. I was stuck in this vegitative state, and it wasn't fair. Why wasn't Isaac hurt like I was? I wish he would have been. No, no i don't wish that on him. I wouldn't wish this on anybody. But why me?

"They're going to be doing the surgery on you. To get you out of this... temporary paralysis." His sweet voice ripped me from my silent thoughts. Surgery? I need surgery? Wait, of course I do. I'm in a hospital from a motorcycle accident. Duh! "I think they're going to do it today. The surgery."

He wouldn't look at me. He kept changing his glance from his feet, to his hands, to the wall, out the window, and back to his feet again. But never at my face. Why? Why wouldn't he look at me? But who would want to look at me. I look.. well I'm not sure. I couldn't ask for a mirror. I couldn't write the word down. I had no way of communicating, and it just wasn't fair. 

"If this works.. the surgery.. you're supposed to go back to normal. But they're afraid of side effects. I'm worried... but it's for the best, right?" he laughed nervously. I felt like he was keeping something from me, but what it was I couldn't be sure. Maybe what the side effect could be? He didn't mention any specifics. Or it could be what exactly this surgery is? But I didn't want to know. Let the doctors do what they have to. I want to be ok again.

Before I knew it, the doctor and the nurses rushed into the room. There were loud beeps, and Isaac was gone. What's going on?! I was panicing, and everyone knew it. Like clockwork, a mask was slipped over my face and I fell into darkness.
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