Pieces Part 1

Dream

Where am I? Ouuuuu, why does my side hurt so much.

I fluttered my eyes open to a white ceiling. All around me were muted colors—baby blue walls, ash linen, pale gurneys.

Gurneys?

My pulse skyrocketed. A masked woman in scrubs appeared at my side. She wielded scissors so sharp it could've rivaled the chef knives used in culinary school.

I was too bleary-eyed to take in everything that was transpiring around me.

IVs burned the folds beneath my skin, and syringes taunted both corners of my eyes. And my ears—they throbbed with wearied hisses.

"Doctor, this one has been shot and needs a new kidney now, or else he won't make it!" The woman yelled. She might've even informed him coolly—every sound here felt like it was amped up by a million decibels.

I was oddly sensitized to my environment but was less lucid than I should've been. A blurry-faced doctor came to take the scissors from the woman's hands. "Take him to the surgery room now and put him under!" He commanded.

The woman countered, "But doctor, we don't have a donor yet!" I now noticed the two had bloodshot eyes. The doctor's cheeks were streaked with water.

"Yes, we do—"