She woke up, the pain made her cry. It was tense and agonising. They were trying to ween her of the pain medication as her body couldn't cope. Yet she wanted the relief. She NEEDED the releif. The tears flooded. The rain form outside took her thoughts away. It was dark and gloomy. Ironic.
Her phone was on the side, still with blood stains from her fall. It was only 3:00am, she couldn't sleep. The pain was taunting. She could feel her blood running. She just tried and constrainted on the rain. It was soothing, calming. There must had been a bad accident as patients were rolling in. At 3am. Not normal yet it was a hospital.
Her strength for sleeping was drifting away.
She wanted the pain to end. It was torturous and gut-wrenching. The crash cart was near her, maybe there had something. Or something to help her sleep and dream. She found her bag, wincing and clutching her scar. Which was ironic as it scarring again. She found her pain medication, which was from the last time she was sat her. She took them, and chewed. Making it quicker to get to the bloodstream. She felt the release. Little did she know they were taking her blood for drug tests, as the other drug which nearly killed her was still lingering.
Her eyes could finally rested in peace, with the slight noise of rushing. But it was peaceful.
As the ward was filling up, she was moved into the side room. The porter grabbed her bag and put it at the side. Dropping the empty pain medication.
