When Words Fail

Chapter 13

I felt an excruciating pain in my temple.

I wasn't able to open my eyes. I felt like my head was being crushed by a seven-headed hydra.

When I reached to touch my head, I felt a bandage covered-bump in there.

And there was dextrose. Attached to the veins of my right hand.

"W-hat. . . " I muttered, confused, scared.

I pulled the dextrose out of my blood vessels, not minding the hole it made in my skin. I cried from the pain.

I stood up.

I figured out where I was.

In a hospital.

There were flowers in the bedside tables, so enormous that I felt dead.

I imagined its four white walls closing in, trapping me like a hopeless little ant.

I got dizzy and even more frightened. I went for the closest solid thing I could grab to hold on to. My hands found a small table, with drawers on it--- and there was a mirror.

I slowly faced the mirror, bracing for what nightmare I would face.

There it was.

A huge bandage was pasted into my temple, big red blotch of blood painted on it.

In my cheeks was a humungous red scratch, spreading from my lower eye into the edge of my jaw.

I was horrified.

Despite of the lump in my throat, I did my very best effort to scream.