My eyes hurt. It was dark.
Dark and cold.
For so many days. At least three. Now.
The white light. Big squares, and six round ones.
It’s still very cold.
I must be in a hospital. Naked though. I can feel it.
I can’t move.
Where is the nurse? It’s all very quiet.
A man. No, two men.
Talking, just outside.
No, outside a door maybe. Muffled.
Wait, one of the men is coming in.
I can hear the footsteps.
Dress shoes. Very clicky.
A microphone? Over my belly.
What is this place? Where is that nurse?
Don’t they know to at least turn me over? My neck hurts bad.
The pillow feels weird. Like a piece of foam or something.
The man is walking over. He’s eating something. A bag of Cheetos?
What kind of hospital lets them do that?
He has a white coat. A lab coat? Maybe a doctor.
He pinched my nipple!
That bastard touched me!
I need help. I must move, I have to.
Try to talk. I can’t.
I’m crying, but no sound comes out.
No movement at all.
He’s talking into that microphone.
He’s reaching for something. It shines. Out of my peripheral vision.
I have to move my eyes.
My god! He’s cutting me!
A large cut on my chest. It feels like a “T”. I’m Dying!
Oh my god, he’s reaching into my chest… Darkness.
The door slammed open as Mark rushed in. “Robert! My god! In her clothing bag, at the bottom, A life alert tag!”
“Robert, She has narcolepsy. She wasn’t dead Robert!
She wasn’t dead… until now.”