You finally woke up, your ears pulsing and LED lights somewhere above you breaking through your eyelids. You feel a sharp pain shoot up your thigh and jolt you hard in the lower back as something inside you is moved around. Somehow, the dim realization comes to you that you are in surgery. Speech is now a loosely connected jumble of noises to you, but you try to concentrate to keep yourself awake. The words are bleary, but there. "Don't let them look at it," commands a voice which you don't recognize. Your head weakly drops a bit, pressing your ear to the surface. The damaged bloody drywall confirms your suspicion of being in surgery. "They're awake," The tone sounds slightly alerted and less confident. "Give 'em more 'thesia," A voice of a Southern dialect suggests. You muster up the strength to rock your head up, but you see your wound. Illuminated by a flashlight held by a small child, and being prodded and seemingly stabbed by a pair of shiny tweezers and a small scalpel, you see an unrecognizable lump of blood, dead skin, and red-stained cloth. The ringing in your ears get louder, and you can hear your heartbeat louder and faster. Your chin is grabbed and forced back down, and a needle punctures your wrist. Your panic dissolves, and so does your consciousness.
YOU ARE READING
Coming Apart, Together
ActionA fictional tale of love and war set in the Midwest region of the US as it faces heavy collapse. An adventure depicting just how strong the power of love can be, and how one can't fight it like they can fight their enemy.
