Formula

22

📍The University Hospital of the West Indies
July 15, 11:34PM

It felt like forever, since i've been stuck in darkness.

I could hear voices and beeping machines, but I couldn't open my eyes or move.

I tried hard to wake up, but it was like I was trapped.

Mamaaa we trap inna this b*mb*, to rass!

The voices sounded strange and they felt farrrrr away.

Time didn't make sense anymore; it was like I was floating in nothingness.

I kept trying to move, to respond, but my body wouldn't listen.

It was frustrating and scary.

Sometimes, I felt a tiny glimmer of hope, like I was getting closer to waking up.

But it never lasted. I felt like I was stuck in a never-ending nightmare.

Eventually, I had to accept it. I couldn't fight anymore.

So, I simply let go and embraced the darkness around me.

Maybe one day, I'll find my way back to the light.

Until then, I just had to wait and hope.

With that thought, more darkness took me with open arms.

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Once again, the room fell into silence, the only sound piercing the stillness was the steady beeping of the machines.

I lay there, trapped in my own body, still unable to move or wake up.

Then, a faint sound broke through the silence—the soft click of a door being unlocked.

My senses heightened, a flicker of expectation igniting within me.

But still, I remained motionless, a silent observer in my own existence.

Footsteps approached, seemingly cautious and hesitant, echoing in the empty space of the room.

The silence of the room was broken by a voice, a voice that carried a weight of sadness.

I strained to make sense of it, but my mind was clouded with fog, memories drifting just out of reach.

Who was speaking?