Nobody was quite sure if you were alive - you weren't sure you were alive and yet they insisted on keeping the cardiac monitor on. It hadn't shown anything for weeks but your lungs were moving and your brain was still sending out signals but they weren't normal.
In all honesty you were kind of glad they were keeping you there, it seemed like a better idea than being buried while you were awake, or at least as awake as you can get when you spend most of your time flitting between being inside your body peering through closed eyelids and floating somewhere near the ceiling.
One of the nurses could see you which made you feel better until you realised they were the one keeping you there. Every morning - 0530 hours sharp - they would swing by to do your observations and take several vials of your blood before administering a little something else.
You used to think it was for testing or medicating you in the hopes that you'd snap out of it eventually but when they looked up at you and winked as the needle went in you just knew it wouldn't end well. Or rather it would be your end and nobody would know why.
You'd be another slab of meat in the morgue, in a coffin, in a grave and you'd be watching it all.
In all honesty you were kind of glad they were keeping you there, it seemed like a better idea than being buried while you were awake, or at least as awake as you can get when you spend most of your time flitting between being inside your body peering through closed eyelids and floating somewhere near the ceiling.
One of the nurses could see you which made you feel better until you realised they were the one keeping you there. Every morning - 0530 hours sharp - they would swing by to do your observations and take several vials of your blood before administering a little something else.
You used to think it was for testing or medicating you in the hopes that you'd snap out of it eventually but when they looked up at you and winked as the needle went in you just knew it wouldn't end well. Or rather it would be your end and nobody would know why.
You'd be another slab of meat in the morgue, in a coffin, in a grave and you'd be watching it all.
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