Colours of you

II

Beep.

A distant, unclear sound is heard, ringing all the way from my ears to my partly unconscious brain, bouncing along my insides until finally resting in my memory. It is quite enigmatic how my ears managed to capture the sound despite my brain being asleep.
It is not very loud but audible enough to realise that it seems to echo, as though it is ricocheting off the walls of an empty hallway.

Am I there? The empty hallway, I mean.

Beep.

This time it is loud. Very loud. My insides curl up with it- my skin seeming to have been pulled apart by some invisible force and my head, throbbing with a pain that is impossible for a human being to feel.

I feel myself cough. Once. Twice. Thrice. And I lose count. I feel myself walking. Through that empty hallway most probably. I am not very sure where I am, how I got here and why I am here. But for now I know, I have to keep walking. No matter how many times my knees buckle and how much my body seems to protest. I keep walking. I do not know why and where to. But right now, it seems like the best thing to do.

Beep.

Everything stops now. My walking. My breathing. The pain. Everything. My insides are no longer clamping together and my head no longer feels like it is going to burst. It is silent now. Uncannily silent.

"Sua."

I turn around furiously, my bare feet scraping against the rough floor, possibly drawing out some blood. But at this time, I am not worried about why I am wearing no shoes.

"Sua."

I run and the pain begins. The beeping. The throbbing. The intense beating of my heart. I do not care at this moment whether I will reach out of this darkness or not. I am only concerned about following the voice that seemed to desperately call out to me.

Is it calling me for help? Or is it helping me? I don't care.

"Sua."

It is getting louder and louder and I feel myself smile.
I am going to make it, I assure myself. I run faster now.

It is now or never.

"Sua."

I wake up. Or at least I think I do. I can hear low murmurs and beepings like that of machines. My senses return unlike the many people that have walked out of my life, and my once unconscious brain is now fully awake. I feel my heart beating at a perfect, controlled rhythm now and I smell the overwhelming scent of medicines and ointments. I lightly smile.
 
I can well again hear, breathe, smell and feel.
I am back to normal.

"Sua. Are you there?"

I hear a soft voice from my left and I slowly turn my head towards it, now realising that I am lying on a bed. I open my eyes and feel my eyelids move. They are heavy yet I can lift them up with ease.

But something was off. I saw black. Nothing but black. Not the kind of black that you see while being in the dark but the type when you close your lids.

Am I hyperventilating? Am I dreaming? Am I still in that hallway?

"Sua. I am not sure how to tell you this."

I move my lids again. And again. To the point where I am sure someone would've thought of me as crazy.

But I still see nothing.

"What!?" I croak, my voice strained as it comes out of my mouth.

"You-" Whoever is speaking, stops. They seem to hesitate for some reason. But I do not care anymore. I need a reason for this mess.