Into Insanity

Chapter 32: Waking Up

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Songs for this chapter:
Save Me - XXXTENTACION
Only - NF
Home - MGK, X Ambassadors, Bebe Rexha
Mr. Forgettable - David Kushner

The cat walks upon the tree limb, nearing Alice as she reaches the door. "Ah, Alice. We can't go home again. No surprise, really. Only a very few find the way, and most of them don't recognize it when they do. Delusions, too, die hard with memory. Only the savage regard the endurance of pain as the measure of worth. Forgetting pain is convenient, remembering it: agonizing. But recovering the truth is worth the suffering. And our Wonderland, though damaged, is safe in memory... for now."

BEEP... BEEP... BEEP...

The agonizing pattern of sounds fill my head as an alarm would when it goes off, and you're not ready to get up yet. As I breathe in harder, the burning sensation fills my chest and lingers to my back. The beep gets faster and then starts the pattern back over. I open my eyes and see a small fan, barley creaking as it swings around. It's hard to hear unless you focus on it, rather than the beep. My eyes shift down. I am in a blue hospital dress, with light blue blankets and sheets above me, tucked in. The exception of my left leg, instead, it has a bandage over the thigh area and it propped up with extra pillows outside of the covers.

My right arm is propped up, confined in a cast. I wiggle my fingers, scared that it'll hurt. It doesn't, thankfully. I try to damp my lips with my dry tongue and my facial hair pokes me. How long have I been out?

I look to my left and spot the machine that continuously beeps at each breath I take. Where am I? This can't be on Rook Island. Not unless I was found by Citra and am repaired by the materials the Privateers had. I try to swallow, but it's as if a desert formed in my mouth.

My left hand has a clean bandage wrapped around it, and a pulse oximeter is attached to my index finger. I see a small tubing with a clear liquid attached to a needle that is stuck in my left arm. My hands creep up to my face and I have more than a simple stubble on my face. I start to feel around at each band-aid and hit a plastic piece. I trace it around my face to my nose. I have a nasal cannula in. Something is not right.

I stare over to my right and see a man sitting on the chair. His head hangs over the chair and rests it on the wall. A tiny puddle of drool rests upon his arm, which he is using as a pillow. He has a cargo pants as a Privateer, a cloth jacket that is zipper up and his hair is shaggy, with curls that fall around his face. His boots remain dirty and I see a silver piece sticking out of his pocket. A gun, or knife.

I can't help but feel sick. I look around and see I am attached to all of these machines and stock with a broken arm. I have to get out of here. I need to get out of here. Where is Vaas? Where is Carlos? Shit, what happened to Batari?

I hear the machines 'beeping' start to speed up. The man on the side of me groans and shifts in his seat. I freeze in place. He just wiped his mouth and lays back down. Shit, how can I get out of here?

I decide to start with the easy stuff first. I take the pulse odometer, then the covers off of me. I rip the nasal prongs off of my face and I look down at the needle in my left arm. My right arm, stuck in place, won't be able to rip this out. I look at the metal pole and decide that will do until I can get this cast off. I sit up in bed and yelp. Moving hurts. I cover my mouth and look back. The man doesn't move. At least he is shit at his job. If I play this right, I may be able to sneak out of here. It will be my best chance at survival.