Ambulance ...by Seabreezie
This fic was inspired by my true life incident with going into an ambulance for the first time. I fainted and I was taken to the hospital and this is what I was thinking. Instead of being in the boring hospital in Indiana I have pretended that this takes place in Seattle Grace of course. :)
There is space between my body and the ground.
Horizontal. Air. Void.
Helpless.
An intense warmth envelops my body. Birds chirp in a crystalline song from far away.
My eyes open. Glasses are gone.
Blue.
Oh, the clouds. There and there and there.
I wonder what they feel like. Something like this, I'd imagine.
My weight strains. Gravity is pulling, but they are stopping it.
Men.
Two or three. I can't really tell.
I hear their voices. Urgent and rough.
Concerned.
They carry me. I feel guilty. But just for a moment.
And like everything else, that moment turns to air.
Lifting. Rising and falling.
One hundred pounds are one hundred ounces and one hundred ounces are air.
Air.
Breathe.
My heart is slow and strong. A painful pulse.
I'm bare beneath a warm, white blanket. Like the clouds.
My eyes close.
Turning. I sense it - the change in direction.
Eyes open. Wider this time.
The warmth recedes. The sun is blocked.
Metallic scraping. Silver ceiling and the presence of machine.
Ambulance.
The hollow perfume of oxygen pierces my nostrils.
Beautiful.
Inhale. Exhale.
Air. Clean, clear air.
Lungs.
Expand. Contract.
Me.
Strapped inside. Tight - comforting tight.
My arm leaves my side. In the grip of a calloused palm. Warm.
The needle jabs my vein and I hardly feel it.
It used to be so painful. But there is no pain anymore. Just free and loose and air.
Doors slam.
We move. Engine and road and siren.
Sliding and shifting and straining.
But I stay still.
Moving trees from a tiny window. Green but more yellow. Leaves like stars.
Serpentine powerlines. Blue sky.
So blue.
My arm leaves my side. In the grip of a different palm. Warmer.
Squeezing. Tight. Pain.
Blood pressure.
Tighter. Tighter still. Red and orange. Frustration. Too tight.
Release.
Blue and green.
No, clear.
Blue and green are outside. But clear is inside me.
The ride is short. Because we are the emergency.
I am the emergency.
And I will never want to ride in another vehicle again.
Lifting. Moving. Guilty weight.
Hoisting. Metal noises. Warm then cool. Too fast.
Inside.
Colder. Too cold.
Rolling.
Ceiling. I see ceiling.
Grids and blinding light. Grey then white. Not even white. Too bright.
Fluorescent patterns. My eyes learn the rhythm; know when to shield themselves.
A room. A curtain. Pastel green and pink that's not really pink.
They lift me. It's quick and I don't feel guilty this time.
I'm in bed. Still bare, but still covered. My blanket. I clutch it.
Sleep.
Stickers. Strange stickers. I feel them all over me - my chest, my arms, my stomach. It's okay.
Blink once. Blink twice. Fast.
Scent. No, aroma.
Clear and crisp and jarring. Beautiful. Unfamiliar.
Like watermelon candy, but more sweet. Like vanilla, but not as muffled. Like green tea, but more refreshing. Like breathing for the first time.
Like I'm falling in love.
Careless and trusting. Submissive.
My eyes look left.
What.
Blink three times. Slow.
Beauty. Male. Blond.
Noticed in that order. I think.
He looks past me. I want him to look at me.
Who is he?
White and clean and sharp. Like oxygen.
His eyes find mine.
I will live.
Ooh what doc did I see? Any guesses?