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It bubbled up in his lungs. He was choking. It was raw and bloody. He dry heaved.
His head began to pound, he felt nothing but that incessant pounding spreading all over his body until everything melted away into black.
He woke up in a white room, cold sweat covering him.
Scanning the space he immediately noticed the IV in his arm and the hospital bed that he lay in.
He could only sigh tiredly at what had happened. There was nothing to say, he had tried and failed.
What exactly had gone wrong?
It was nostalgic seeing the barren hospital room, his had once been like this so long ago.
A young nurse briskly walked in, and he didn't even flinch, used to the brashness of the hospital.
She had a grim look on her face as usual, he noted, watching as she grabbed his clipboard, skimmed it, then grabbed the pen and moved to his side.
Once again he sighed at this motion of hers.
She wasn’t happy, that was clear to see, but he really couldn’t understand why, so he could only ignore it.
She began to list off the injuries, not missing a beat as she said each one of them.
Once she was done she turned her eyes to him and stared.
Waiting for him to give her an answer, he guessed, but he wasn’t going to give her one, so he stared back not saying a word.
A prolonged stare. Who would give in first?
They continued like this until another nurse, this time male, came into the room to take him to his own ward.
With his injuries he couldn't walk himself so the male nurse had brought him a wheelchair. Both nurses helped him move to the chair without a word between the three of them. Securely seated in the wheelchair, the male nurse brought him out the door into the hallway, the female nurse following behind him.
The hallways had already been emptied out so he could comfortably be moved out of the ICU.
He could never understand why they treated him so kindly here, as if they actually cared.
They didn't.
He knew that,
but deep down he couldn't help the small bit of hope he felt.
He closed his eyes focusing on the movement of the people. Feeling their presence behind him he listened for their breath, the tap of their footsteps, and the shuffling of their scrubs.
Very quickly it began to mesh together into a symphony.
Tap, shuffle, tap, breathe out, tap, breathe in, tap.
He broke from his daze when the male nurse softly warned him that they were about to go into a busy area.
People.
He felt sick.
He squeezed his palms together as his shoulders tensed and he sucked in a breath.
He loosened his hands for a moment to stick in the earbuds handed to him by the female nurse.
A piano permeated his mind.
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Clouds in the sky
Teen FictionNot in order at all. Based on a true story, not likely to be any happy endings, I'm writing this as practice writing about myself so its unlikely to be edited at all
