As my repeating night begun again from yesterday, I shifted over to my non sore side. Scanning the gross infested room, filled with coughing, sneezing, even some throwing up people. I was left in a corner, of course unattended, I wasn't sick. I was in fact injured, from loosing so much blood they had to inject several needles into my hollow body for me to get someone elses sick blood.
The walls had scattered about moths gripping the torn off wallpaper, mocking us injured, and sick. Even a few beings that, I am almost sure are dead by now. Their wings didn't look as healthy as any other moth, but they flew about as they pleased. They however didn't look bothered at all with all the lungs being hammered, they seemed tamed. Like they've been here thousands of times; several of the moths were in fact dead. Laying around the moldy floor joining the gunk that's been building up, or laying on bedsheets that have been uncapable of knock them off.
It was night, so the nurses had been away, the night shifts haven't been here yet and I'v been beginning to worry. Not because my thoughts are slowly blurring into each other, but because one of the people that have been hacking up things has finally stopped. I don't really care much about him, but I care enough about the stupid smells he has been producing for half an hour have wafted over here.
I yawned, covering my mouth, from experience of some undifferent thing dropping in there that I had know idea was. But I'v learned from experience to cover up the hole, I scanned the room once again.
When I first came here through a rushing gurney the nurses gave me strange special attention, what I had known that night as nothing. I'v now began to hate them from taking advantage, I was so tired and beaten that I just probably passed out when they did do those things. . . but I'v now pieced up the acts they've done. Every time they come to check up (which hasn't happened but only three fucking times) they've stroked my arms or said things to me that made me shrivel down into the sheets. Which hurt moving around the most, the nurses which were most likely had deseases all over made me twitch. They gave me shivers down my spine that nearly made me cry from the intense pain, and I barely cry.
They treat me almost like a child whenever I do cry. . .
I'm in this strange state of not knowing if I will be alive till tomorrow, if I will ever see Jeordie again. If I will ever see day light again, ever make it home and rest in my own clean bed. See my band again, talk to my parents, I miss my mom. . . I miss Barbara, why can't she just come and save me? I don't know about my dad, but I would know he would come and get the job done. But he wouldn't come anytime soon, of lack of phones around this room.
I have know idea who even drove me to this hospital, but I do know this- that they were either drunk, or some type of low life trying to do something nice. The thought is nice, but the location? This rotten out place? This hell hole where no nurse or even doctor could bare see their patients. It's like they want us to starve, curl into balls until we die.
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Several, hours has past by, and I'v already shed several tears of pure agony.
But the door has opened, and the nurses have come, as they go threw the two rows of people a lined from the walls, they seem slightly too calm. Their must have been what, ten to fifteen of us? The nurses have been poking around the machines, laughing to themselfs in which they have know idea of what they're doing. That is what's hurting right now also, the lack of hope in this room is overwhelming me.
As they make their way to my bed, one of the older lady's smirked at me. Her fat, chubby fingers snatched a hold to the metal sticky bars on the bed.
"Hey guys!" She had to speak louder because my neighbor had been coughing too loudly to even think straight. As the rest of the nurses crowded around the bed, I took a deep breath. Bighting my lip not to cry, I had to stay strong, think about Jeordie- FUCKING JEORDIE!
I completely lost it, scrunching my face I tilted it to the side, letting a slight whimper I begun balling. Laying on my back I felt a hand caress my thigh and I tried to retract it back. However, I was uncapable.
One of the several hands unsticked from the bars and fixed my head to face the ceiling again, "Awe poor baby, he needs a bath doesn't he?" The snaggle toothed woman grinned at the rest of the knodding girls. My heart began to sink even further, I wanted to scream, I wanted to rip their throats out and tell them things to make them scared out of everything.
The fat lady yanked out the needles attached to my arms, having beads of blood spill out, she clumsy grabbed a snotty rag. My neighbors rag, she whiped up the dark red blood, still having a repuslive smile to her face. The night was older but the moon was still shining, according to outside the door that has recently had several crazy woman gone through it. I hate that door, I hate it.
"Common darling," The tall pimply girl dragged my bed, she tried to shake her ass but I only saw for a second before turning away.
Which was a mistake because I could see all the victims asleep or suffering more. Scrunching my nose up again, I groaned slightly, feeling another push from behind. My eyes tried to look back but from the fingers being bone skinny, I couldn't really tell. As we exit through the door way, we headed left, which hallway was darker than to the right. All the doors were closed, but I heard screams. They sounded like Jeordie's but a little to raspy to be. . . my mind wasn't helping my through this.
We kept rolling down, hearing a squeek to the wheels of this bed, I sunk further each time into the bed sheets. I still didn't want to think who else were in these sheets before they've cleaned them, I took a deep breath. Closing my eyes, I didn't want to see the walls that were nearly about to fall over. I didn't want to see a door being crack and some type of monster of being peeking threw, I didn't want to be here. . .
As another door creaked open, I felt the bed joilt to a stop, opening my eyes again which was a terrifying thing. My eyes opened wide, a white tiled room, a few red stains to the walls but more dirt than anything, one of the shower heads was still dripping. And how the nurses keeped walking, the ground was wet.
The fat lady stood in front of my bed, "Are you ready pretty boy?" She smiled again, showing off her yellow teeth. I let out a small whimper and tried to shake my head, but the taller lady had already picked me up.
"Awe he's so light," her breath smelled of greasy shrimp that had been expired since last year. I didn't want to think of her arms around me either, she slowly walked over to the fat lady again.
"May I hold him?" She asked, making me shiver, I whimpered again not wanting to. The taller lad nodded, she handed me over, but I felt my body fly. My insides collapsed and the next thing I knew I was dropped to the hard, concreted floor. I let out a yelp, my spine now ached. I could almost hear something break.
My nails felt the dampened ground, too close near to the orange stained drain, I glanced back upward towards everyone. . . . one of them was already naked. I let my head drop back down again, with a hopeless thoughts and feelings, I let out a sigh.
I'm done.
Should I continue on this story?
