In Love with the Loveless

Chapter 2

------30 minutes after the attack------

I wake up to the blinding brightness of an overhead light and the smell of overly-sterilised...everything. The attempt to look around, to move my neck or head, sends a fresh wave of excruciating pain through my body. Without the adrenaline and numbness to ease the pain, each tiny movement and each tiny breath causes a new sensation of agony. My thoughts are a jumpled mess of questions. How did I get here? Who found me? How am I still alive? A soreness lingers in my throat and my chest, the ache from the heavy breathing. And the beating. I remember what happened vividly, every detail and every sensation locked into my brain, and I probably will for a while. Great...more nightmares to shake me from my slumber each night. I'm dressed in a thin, mint green hospital gown, a warm, pink blanket covering my body from the hips down. My thin, pale arms are covered in violet, blue, and black bruises. From the aches, I assume the rest of me is as well. My hair is flat to my head, damp from the rain still. I feel my stomach lurch and flip once I see the IV in the crook of my arm. Sweat instantly forms on my palms and forehead, my heart beginning to race. It's been a phobia of mine ever since I was young. The mere thought of needles is enough to send a wave of panic through me, let alone seeing one in my arm. As my heartrate quickens, so does the beeping from my heart monitor. I try to stay as calm as I can, but fear eventually wins, and I am suddenly having a panic attack. I thrash and then tense, curling in a ball as much as i can considering my injuries. The adrenaline is back so the pain from the injuries don't seem to have as big of an impact on my actions. My body shudders and shakes, vibrant blue eyes darting around, wide, and my intake of air is short and choppy, causing my vision to fade in a out due to the inconsistant breaths of oxygen being pumped to my brain. Within seconds, I am being pinned against the firm padding of the hospital bed by nurses and doctors, the bars on the bed being put up as the try to contain me. I watch as I am injected with a milky-white liquid. All I feel after a couple moments is the pain returning from lack of adrenaline, and the feel of an anesthetic now streaming through my veins. And once again, I am returned to the darkness that accompanies unconciousness.