Hinder

TRANSPOSITION

Warnings for this chapter:
•lots of swearing( I mean, it's a teenager we're talking about)

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🗝 T e m p u s f u g i t 🗝

In the dimly lit hospital room, the steady beep of monitors formed a metronome-like rhythm, punctuating the heavy silence that hung in the air. The scent of antiseptic mingled with the faint aroma of flowers from a vase on the bedside table, creating an oddly comforting atmosphere.

The hospital bed, a fortress of white sheets and sterile linens, cradled the half-conscious figure. I felt how my form lay still, soon gaining my conciuosness fully, slowly opening my eyes, the fluorescent lights cast a harsh glare, illuminating the scene with clinical precision. Shadows danced across the walls, casting eerie shapes that seemed to whisper secrets to those who dared to listen. Tubes and wires snaked from my body to various machines, connecting them to the invisible web of medical care that sustained my own existence.

Outside the window, the world moved on, oblivious to the drama unfolding within the hospital walls. Cars honked, sirens wailed, and pedestrians bustled about their daily lives, their faces blurred and indistinct from this vantage point.

Within the room, time seemed to stand still, suspended in a liminal space between life and death. Even if I felt more awake than ever, I kept on drifting in and out of consciousness, my mind a haze of fragmented thoughts and half-remembered dreams.

Occasionally, a nurse would enter the room, her footsteps soft against the linoleum floor. She would check the monitors, adjust the IV drip, and offer words of reassurance to me, as if that would help. But her presence was fleeting, a mere flicker in the vast expanse of time that stretched out before me.

In the quiet moments between the nurses visits, I was left alone with my own thoughts, adrift in a sea of uncertainty. Memories flickered like distant stars in the recesses of my mind, elusive and fleeting. I tried to grasp hold of myself, to anchor myself to some semblance of reality, but the harder I tried, the further I slipped away.

And so I lay there, suspended between the realms of consciousness and oblivion, my existence a fragile thread woven into the fabric of the universe. In the hospital room, time seemed to bend and warp, folding in on itself like origami, until past, present, and future became indistinguishable from one another. And in that moment of profound stillness, I found solace in the quietude of my own thoughts.

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The silence inside the white walls was soon disturbed by quicker footsteps, a creak of the door being slowly opened and the same nurse who would visit me every now and then stepped in with a tired smile.

"I see that now you look more better than a week before," She kindly spoke with a warm tone, trying to act much more alive and happier than that nurse really was. I have seen enough times to see how she would burge in into the room, murmur some swear words under her breath and then leave with a smile. 

I merely nodded weakly at her words before the nurse stepped to the side and a doctor walked in with another lady standing next to him. Strange, it seems like I recognize the lady..?

"Good morning, I hope you had a good rest while you stayed here. We have brought a woman here with us. Do you recognize her?" The doctor questioned with caution, trying his best both to and not to trigger anything from me. Trying to jog my memory.