ROSES (VIRUS FAMILY) #WATTY'S2016

DELIRIUM

         I don't remember much, I was driving home when I had an accident. I have a wife, kids, I have a family.

       I try to get up, I can't move, why can't I move?. I panic, wriggling my body, it's pointless, I'm bound to a metallic surgical table by leather straps on both my hands and leg. I try not to panic, not to hyperventilate. Let me try and figure out where I am.

          Everywhere's dim, the entire room is illuminated by a single florescent light bulb in the room, the walls are made out of bricks, the stench of bleach reeks in the air, I think I'm in a basement, I think. I try to move my head but it's also bound by a leather strap. I can only move it a few inches to the left and catch the sight of a washing machine by the corner of my eye. My mouth tastes bitter, it's just then that I realise I have a gag in my mouth, I try to scream but it's to no avail, then I hear a door open, it might be help, I'm not sure so I scream even louder.

       "Awww, you poor thing, you must be lonely, aren't ya? ", her Brooklyn accent is thick, fluent but it's a faux. She's standing in the dark, I really can't see her through my tears, my eyes are watering up from the putrid stench in this basement. My vision is blurry but it clears up as she steps forward from the shadows. She's putting on a lab coat over a black blouse and a white pair of long flowing pants with a pair of sneakers.

          "Hi, you might not know me but I'm a practicing nurse, home trained so I don't really know what I'm doing with these", she says as she shows me the surgical knives in her hand.

        "But at least I'm gonna be true to ya, this is gonna hurt! Like crazy", she's crazy, I begin to thrash about, kicking and swirling my body, trying to loosen the straps holding me down. Please Lord let this not be real. She places her hand on my chest and gives me a reassuring smile.

        "Trust me, after this, you're gonna be wanted by everyone literally, and just to make you comfortable through your unfortunate adventure..... ", she takes off her lab coat and her shirt, leaving her firm breast open for all to see. I really can't believe that this is happening. I've been praying for a woman to shake up my life a bit, not like this. And I really can't believe I'm having a boner in my predicament.

            ".....There, you like it? Now hold still, this is gonna hurt like a bitch. I'm a good nurse, I like to keep my patients abreast of their situation get it? ", God no, I'm about to get killed and now she's telling me bad jokes, every man's worst nightmare.
She takes out the gag from my mouth and opens a jar she's holding in her hand. She uses a hand to cup my face, hindering me from moving my head.

        "Please! Please! Please! I beg of you, please! I have a family, please! ", I beg frantically.

           "Awww me too, I had a family too, no mother and guess what my father did to me", I didn't answer her question. "He raped me everyday brutally and fed me nothing but bleach, I had over sixteen unprofessional surgical abortion before I was eighteen, all performed by my father, I guess you can say he was the reason I always wanted to be a nurse". She begins to pour a strange fluid into my mouth, it burns, my God it's bleach, it burns, I can't breath, my throat's on fire, Jesus help me. My eyes are watery, I begin to gasp for air but it's futile as she tries to pry my mouth open with her hands.

          "Open them up Connie, I really don't wanna do this", she stops trying to open my mouth, I finally inhale that breath of air I've been waiting for, though it's a little bit too harsh. She tightens the strap on my head.

              "I really hoped it wouldn't have to come to this, you look so cute and I don't wanna damage you, I'm trying to make you comfortable, my breasts are open for you to gaze upon, I didn't do this for the rest", she says sympathetically. The rest? What does she mean by that?