Green was the color of my hospital gown that lazily covered my body. Green was the feeling I felt and had to be rushed to the bathroom. Green clouded my vision and it was the color that pumped through my veins when the doctor told me I could've died.
Would death be the color green?
Green was everywhere for the past couple months I was there, and I was getting sick of it. It was the color of my cheeks and the way my head spun. It was the way I flinched every time someone got near me. It was the moment I realized this has been happening for a while, but never as bad as it was that day.
Green was the color of the trees and grass as I walked out those doors feeling more green than I ever felt before.
