Splatter the Red Paint

Day Dreamer

When I had awoken, I was no longer in a familiar place. I sat in a white small room with medical machines around. Some were attached to me, but others just sat still not doing anything. I noticed a slight different to myself, I wasn't wearing the same clothes.

I was wearing the scrub things you wear when your in a hospital. I had an I V in my left hand, it had been putting blood into my system I believe. I moved the sheets off of me, and looked at my leg.

It must of been treated because it had been bandaged up. It was tight, and blood was slightly coming threw. I rubbed my hand over the wrap, it was ruff and kind of prickly. I didn't like feeling so i stopped and put the blanket back over. I plopped back, and landed on a hardish pillow. I let out a big sigh, and closed my eyes.

"What am I gonna do" I said under my breath. I opened my eyes, and saw it was actually dark outside. I looked around and saw my clothes on the other side of the room, and my phone was on top.

"I have to get my fucking phone" I thought to myself. I pulled the covers off of me again, but this time on the other side. I started to get up when I had realized all the cords, I moved them a bit then grabbed the bag thingy that had blood in it and rolled it with me to my phone.

The floor was cold on my feet, giving me little goose bumps on my arms, making my hair stand up. As I reached the table with my clothes, I could finally see out of my door. The glass had this kind of chain thing in it, probably to prevent braking or something. Past the window and into the hall was a long hallway, I could see patents walking by, some with the wheel thing I had and some without. To the right there was a big desk where 3 people who must of been nurses sat.

They handed out clip boards to each other and the random time I would hear one of them speak, but only very faintly. They would ether talk some kind of medical talk, or they would talk about some patent that was acting weird. I hadn't noticed, but I had been standing in the spot in front of my door for about 10 minutes.

I kind of lost track of the time just listening and imagining what those patents were like, or how they acted. Giving them silly faces, some old and some young. I randomly thought of the old people more of those really creepy, grabby kinda grandpa figures. Then the young people full of tattoos or none, some with and without scars. My imagination went wild just imagining what these patents looked like.

I shook my head again, getting lost in my mind. I grabbed my phone and my pair of socks and went back to my bed. I didn't really want to leave my room, mostly because I didn't know anyone or really how long I was gonna be here and that slightly scared me.

I crawled back into my bed, sliding into the sheets that felt like they hadn't been washed in a bit, as if they had gone stale. It felt weird against my legs, but it wasn't the bad I guess. I threw the rest of the sheets over and then finally looked at my phone.

No messages.

I looked for any calls, but still nothing. I remembered that I had hit Josh's number but I didn't know if I had called. It said I had and that he had picked up, we were on the phone for 5 minutes before the phone call was ended. Hmm.. I began imagining the scene again.

Him running out of his house, running down the sidewalk, seeing me laying on the ground, picking me up hopefully gently then running to the hospital. Freaking out the nurse at the front desk that looked to be having a bad day, and seeing my limp body in his arms. Her calling more people in from other directions and throwing me on a stretcher and sending me to a room, hooking me up to IV and grabbing a bunch of sponges and cleaning the blood up and my cuts. Then grabbing the needle and thread that they use and start stitching up my deep cuts. Finishing up, they put a big bandage over my leg to cover all of the cuts, wrapping my whole thigh in this gauze then telling josh I should be waking up soon. Him being relived then going to the caf to get some coffee or something to eat.