The Story of Blood and Roses Chapter 157

Published at 10th of July 2019 08:05:10 AM Chapter 157
The first thing I noticed was the sound of air . It was an odd thing to notice, but I could not concentrate on much else . My skull felt like it would crack open and spew all its contents at any moment . The insistent beeping far away, reminded me that I was alive . My lips felt chapped, and there was a huge pressure on my chest that was slowly suffocating me .

For a second, I wondered why I was alive . In the next, I grieved the loss of certainty in life . I prayed inconsolably to be given the power to cry, or at least lash out in anger at the injustice of being kept alive when all I wanted to do was punish him and myself for the mistakes that we had made .
I had no idea where I was, or how I had ended up there in the first place .
There had been no hope of anyone finding me . They had made it clear that my tracker had been deactivated .
I choked on the air that forced its way inside my lungs . I tried to cough, but the gusts strangled me .
The sound of urgency broke out around me . I tried to move, to tell them that I was alive .
They understood .

I heard familiar voices . I heard arguments . I couldn't catch most of it, but I heard anger and disapproval . I didn't know who had spoken the words, but in some part of my mind, I realized that I was not welcome in the lives of people I thought I knew .
Time seemed to pass slowly from where I was . I wouldn't have known if days passed . I kept track of the number of times I felt an extra dose of cold fluid mix with the saline and my blood . I wanted to protest . I wanted to wake up, but I had no intentions of recovering just yet .
"God damn it . How long are you going to keep up this act?" Words were spoken in my ears . I wondered how many days it had taken them to understand that I was conscious . I would have loved to hear the colorful terms the doctors must have used to rationalize my behavior .
I had half a mind to respond, but I was not ready .
"Come back to me," I heard him say . If my face wasn't frozen from the lack of moisture, I might have broken into a smile . "Fuck," I heard him curse . At the back of the room, I heard the beeping slow down .
I understood that it certainly did not seem like good news .

He called the doctors . I heard the crush of medical professionals swarmed into the room and kept tabs on my vitals with keen interest .
They thought that the lowering of my heartbeat was a good sign . Apparently, the rise in heart rate had developed after the irregular heartbeats had subsided . I did hear them mentioning that I was now out of danger .
There goes my only chance, I thought .
There was no use in pretending any longer . When I had the strength to open my eyes, I would . It was time to get up and pull myself together .
.
It took me hours to get used to the silence in the room . When I finally opened my eyes, I couldn't see anything . Panic rushed into my heart as I blinked and wondered .
Have I somehow lost my eyesight?
No . . .
It's something else .

I tried to speak . I couldn't . My throat was scratchy, and the mask made it impossibly hard to get the words out .
I reached out for the call button . I couldn't find it .
I waited for someone to check on me .
How much time passed as I stared into the darkness, I did not know .
Somewhere in my fear wrought mind, I realized that in a distance, a sliver of light grew bigger and bigger with every moment that passed . The door opened slowly, and I saw a figure slip inside the room .
As ecstatic as I was to be able to see, I feared for my life . I clutched the coarse sheet of the bed and waited for the attack .
My eyes followed the ghostly figure as it moved around the room . The light from the machines illuminated her face .
A nurse, I recognized .
I held my breath, trying to push down the agonizing need to run .
Suddenly, my eyes burned as I squinted through the glaring lights . As the nurse turned to inject something into my arm, I saw her eyes flicker to my face . She gasped and staggered back . She turned back, moving towards the door and then ran out .
The suspicion that had found shelter at the back of my mind now grew bolder . It clung to me like the scent of alcohol . I tried to move my body slowly . Pulling the IV out of my hand with shaking fingers, I tried to bite back the pain . The slightest movement of my fingers caused an excruciating pain to shoot throughout my body . Almost immediately, I wished that the nurse had injected the painkiller .

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