A Thousand Lies

Chapter 16

Chapter name: rain

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Temperance

The booming sound of thunder crashes loudly, causing my mind to force me awake. Annoyed, I turn over, bending my arm to go back under my pillow.

I open my eyes, feeling a strange pain come from my
Inner arm. I straighten my arm out, thinning my lips at the drip that is placed back into my arms.

My ears twitch at the sound of the monitor they've plugged back in.

I lazily bring myself to a sitting position with a delicate sigh escaping my chapped lips. I gaze outside and watch the dark clouds pour over us. They stretch into the distance as if it's never-ending.

Rain slides down my window, the droplets racing against each other for which one can go faster.

Lightning strikes and the crackling sound of thunder follows. I can hear a few patients scream, but other than that, it's a silent morning in the hospital.

I've always liked the rain. When my mom was alive she would put me in a red raincoat and we'd go outside. She would watch as I splash around in the puddles, my legs would always get itchy during this time.

Eventually, we would go inside so I could dry off and she could apply lotion to my itchy legs.

Ever since my mom died... my days have been filled with darkness.

I like the rain because not every day is a sunny day in life. You will have dark stormy days where the rain falls and falls.

It's not happy all the time. It's dreary outside, just as it is in life.

My head snaps over to the sound of my door opening. A nurse steps in with a clipboard and some pills and water.

"How are you today?" Asks me as she changes out one of the bags that's hooked up to my arm with another.

I shrug at her question and hold my hand out for the pills. She eyes me and carefully places two big pills in the palm of my hand.

I plop them into my mouth, and I grab the water and chug it until they were long gone.

The nurse waits for me to put my water down.

"How are you feeling?" She sits down in a chair beside me, crossing her legs.

"Like I just woke up." I roll my eyes. She writes something down on her clipboard.

"Ok, tell me more than that." She sighs, knowing it's probably hopeless to ask me questions.

"I feel fine. I'm just tired and ready for my stomach to heal and the stitching to go away." I pick up the glass of water and take another sip of it.

She writes on her clipboard as I place the water back down on the table, my hand trembling from the weight.

"Also, I needed to talk to you about your home life."

As soon as she says that, I instinctively roll my eyes, a wave of anxiety fueling my body.. "I've already talked to several people about that." I am getting fed up with these nurses.