Little black hunting hood

Chapter 3

I opened my eyes slightly and shut them straight away, blinded by the second of the bright light. My head was spinning and my arm felt like it was pierced with a knife.

I heard muffled voices which made my growing headache abruptly rise in level. I flopped my head to the side and groaned quietly hopeing that whoever was talking would shut up.

Unfortunately they seemed to be in deep conversation so this time I was a little more pushy.

I attempted to raise the volume of my voice, which I can tell you was very painful, and groaned now hopefully louder. The people seemed to have shut up and where walking towards me but then the bickering that had stopped for a second only got louder.

They began sticking little pieces of what felt like sticky-tape to my body and I tried to open my eyes again. After failing at least five times I forced my eyes to open but ended squinting at the overly bright to my liking lights. I looked around the room, my neck making an awful crack with every turn. I made out two figures at each of my side busy arguing at something not worth my time and turning on buttons or sticking more wires onto my body.

It was like looking through a fog because of my tears from the lights which I was pretty sure were burning my eyeballs slowly. I started closing and opening my hands making the joints crack like firecrackers. I took a breath in forcing my lungs to show their full capacity. I pulled my good hand up to my eyes and rubbed it hard enough for a Kaleidoscope pattern to appear.

I let my arm fall limply to my side and opening my eyes once again I saw the faces of the two 'nurses'. One was a natural red-head while the other was a fake blonde.

Having had enough of their shit I took a breath in and launched myself into sitting position which caused them to panic and screech at me to lie down.

With my head spinning, my whole body throbbing and my upper arm burning with pain as well as being accompanied by two little pieces of crap shouting into my ears it didn't take me long to lose my calm that I had little of anyway.

"One more fecking word and I'll bite yer fecking heads of, ye hear me?!" I shouted at them the rage shoving its way into my movements making my tense me muscles. They froze on the spot shocked by my sudden outburst.

I was pleased that the painful shout  was worth but I knew it had its consequences. The moment I finished shouting I felt a tickle in the back of my throat. I tried to hold back the cough but I caved in after a few seconds. I coughed until my throat felt like it was burning and my hand was covered in what felt like spit. I opened my eyes which I had unconsciously closed during my little fit only to
widden them when I saw the blood covering my hand.

I looked over to find the nurses staring at me with horror in their eyes. I glared at them not meaning to look angry but more like "are you kidding me?". The attempt failed miserably.

"Well would you mind getting me a tisue and maybe a cup of water?" I grumbled at the terrified nurses. Instantly they took off leaving me alone.

Looking around I saw that I was in a small room which allowed me to only see a small glimpse of the corridor outside through a slighlty opened door which the nurses have failed to close.

I coughed up a little more blood and look around to find something that I could clean blood covered hand with. Finding nothing I smudge the blood onto an oversized t-shirt that I was dressed in and begin pulling off the tapes connected to the machine. Unfortunately for me it started beeping loudly, making my head pound.

I look at the many buttons but failed to find an off button. Sighing I stretch I little before giving the machine a strong high kick. Making my foot throb horrible due to my lack of footwear when I kicked the cold metal. Nether less it turns off and I cringe slightly when I see the dent in the side of it.