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*The sound of the machine was soft. It beeped in time in the background. The lights were turned off, the only light was from the hall, its gaze pouring in through the blinds. It smelled like a hospital, it was the chemicals they used to clean the floors, the sheets. Its almost like the pumped the stuff into through the vents. It was everywhere. It left a bad taste in my mouth ever since I was a child. My chest hurt, it burned down to my bones. Every breath I took was strained from both the wounds and then the bandages. Thirty stitches they said after it was all said and done. Thirty that is on chest. Not including the ones on my head and legs. They sowed me up like a rag doll, all my stuffing falling out when they found me. The idea made my eyes water again, the lump in my throat formed and emotions flooded as I remembered how my friend wasn't so lucky. Pieces they said. I let out a deep sigh as I covered my face with a pillow trying to keep my emotions at bay and loosing miserably. Bastard. That son of a bitch. He had to first didn't he? We had to beat everyone else to the camp site? The idea of the others being there made a shiver run down my spine. It was them who found me. I got away while he tried his best to fight it off. He let two rounds off before he was attacked. I haven't seen his family yet, I could barley look at the others. A bear, cougar even though it would be unlikely, maybe a wolf. What ever it was it was big, not only but fast.*
"Mr. Cooper?"
*I didn't hear the door open. I lowered the pillow as I coughed lightly. It still hurt to do so. After placing the pillow behind my head I tried hard to sit up as the nurse rushed to my side.*
"I'm fine."
*The words came out harsher then I intended as she took a step back. It was late. She seemed new and only interns had the late over night hours. If I hated one thing was the look or feeling of being helpless. Maybe thats why this whole thing was such a hard pill to swallow.*
"I'm sorry. Thank you."
"I-t's fine.. Do you need anything?"
"No, I'm ok."
"Well, let me just check your wounds for infections."
*I could only muster a node as she walked over, her eyes lowered. She obviously had been told what had happened. I had been getting the same looks of sympathy. Something rumbled under the surface when ever I caught sight. I looked away as I heard her put gloves on, the snap made him flinch inside. I've been hearing that a lot lately as well. Her touch on his bandages were less frightening. It had been a full 72 hours since he got out of surgery and somehow what had been explained they didn't feel as bad as made it out to be. Did they hurt absolutely but not to the point he remembered in the woods. Then again it could be the morphine.*
"When did you come in?"
*I was looking outside the window when her words snapped me back into reality. I looked back*
"Excuse me?"
"Do you remember when it happened? The date?"
"The twenty-first. Why?"
*Her face seemed puzzled as she returned bandages.*
"I could be wrong, or maybe you were mistaken. These wounds seem..."
*My thoughts ran wild for a moment. Please let it not be infected. They said if they were to get gangrene he would have days to live. Maybe they would have to cut more away. *
"What is it? Whats wrong?"
"They seem to be closing quickly, if-if I were to guess I would say your stitches could be removed in a few days."
"Thats impossible. The doctors said it would take weeks, a month at the earliest. Don't play games with me right now."
*My words were venom again. This time my temper flared as she took a large step back.*
"I'll be back"
*A like that she stepped out to leave me to the sounds of the monitors. The room grew dark again, frustration started to grow inside me. I fixed my eyes over outside again just as the moon peaked out of the clouds*
*The sound of the machine was soft. It beeped in time in the background. The lights were turned off, the only light was from the hall, its gaze pouring in through the blinds. It smelled like a hospital, it was the chemicals they used to clean the floors, the sheets. Its almost like the pumped the stuff into through the vents. It was everywhere. It left a bad taste in my mouth ever since I was a child. My chest hurt, it burned down to my bones. Every breath I took was strained from both the wounds and then the bandages. Thirty stitches they said after it was all said and done. Thirty that is on chest. Not including the ones on my head and legs. They sowed me up like a rag doll, all my stuffing falling out when they found me. The idea made my eyes water again, the lump in my throat formed and emotions flooded as I remembered how my friend wasn't so lucky. Pieces they said. I let out a deep sigh as I covered my face with a pillow trying to keep my emotions at bay and loosing miserably. Bastard. That son of a bitch. He had to first didn't he? We had to beat everyone else to the camp site? The idea of the others being there made a shiver run down my spine. It was them who found me. I got away while he tried his best to fight it off. He let two rounds off before he was attacked. I haven't seen his family yet, I could barley look at the others. A bear, cougar even though it would be unlikely, maybe a wolf. What ever it was it was big, not only but fast.*
"Mr. Cooper?"
*I didn't hear the door open. I lowered the pillow as I coughed lightly. It still hurt to do so. After placing the pillow behind my head I tried hard to sit up as the nurse rushed to my side.*
"I'm fine."
*The words came out harsher then I intended as she took a step back. It was late. She seemed new and only interns had the late over night hours. If I hated one thing was the look or feeling of being helpless. Maybe thats why this whole thing was such a hard pill to swallow.*
"I'm sorry. Thank you."
"I-t's fine.. Do you need anything?"
"No, I'm ok."
"Well, let me just check your wounds for infections."
*I could only muster a node as she walked over, her eyes lowered. She obviously had been told what had happened. I had been getting the same looks of sympathy. Something rumbled under the surface when ever I caught sight. I looked away as I heard her put gloves on, the snap made him flinch inside. I've been hearing that a lot lately as well. Her touch on his bandages were less frightening. It had been a full 72 hours since he got out of surgery and somehow what had been explained they didn't feel as bad as made it out to be. Did they hurt absolutely but not to the point he remembered in the woods. Then again it could be the morphine.*
"When did you come in?"
*I was looking outside the window when her words snapped me back into reality. I looked back*
"Excuse me?"
"Do you remember when it happened? The date?"
"The twenty-first. Why?"
*Her face seemed puzzled as she returned bandages.*
"I could be wrong, or maybe you were mistaken. These wounds seem..."
*My thoughts ran wild for a moment. Please let it not be infected. They said if they were to get gangrene he would have days to live. Maybe they would have to cut more away. *
"What is it? Whats wrong?"
"They seem to be closing quickly, if-if I were to guess I would say your stitches could be removed in a few days."
"Thats impossible. The doctors said it would take weeks, a month at the earliest. Don't play games with me right now."
*My words were venom again. This time my temper flared as she took a large step back.*
"I'll be back"
*A like that she stepped out to leave me to the sounds of the monitors. The room grew dark again, frustration started to grow inside me. I fixed my eyes over outside again just as the moon peaked out of the clouds*
