Beep...beep...beep...
"How is our Jane Doe doing today?" I heard someone ask through my haze...
Beep...
The voice was a man's. He seemed bored like he was ready to be done whatever he was doing. Like he feels he has wasted years of his life doing something he really doesn't like doing. But most of all he seems tired, used up of all his energy...
Beep...
"Same as always!"
Beep...
The reply was a simple statement, yet the peppy young women chirped it in a sing-songy manner as though there were no troubles in life, as though she had not gone through hardships or problems, as though she has made it this far in life unscathed by the world around her...
Beep...
She seems to be the complete opposite of the previous man, however not everything is how it seems...
Beep...beep...beep...
YOU ARE READING
Hospitalized
Short StoryBeep...beep...beep... Ever since you were little they have imprinted into your mind the 5 senses and we all know them by heart; smell, touch, taste, sight... Beep... And sound... Beep... Awful... Beep... Beeping sound... Beep... It's all I can hear...
